kisah hidup ku azrie

Saturday, March 6, 2010



i am suffering..
from an internal bleeding..
that is hard to shake..
bitter to swallow or ate..

i've lost three..
in the most tragic week..
is it lost that i mean
or just my mean imagination..

im lost with my own..
from my internal shouting for own..
could it be an ocean with a thunder roar..
or just the chaotic misery of star..

i am lying with a guts of no..
hopping with an answer of mystery..
the result..
remain a suffer from me..

it is just three..
three things..