even if they lied on your face. and scratched your fist with the rage. and violence of a dead father. you angered at them. and then laughed innocence. you shameless thing. how could you

and then you say those eyes have no patience. while you sipped the cup of liquor tea. and squeezed the death of a lifeless palpitation. a poor soul who has nowhere to go. and is at your utter behest.

and what made me vomit today. was not the filth on their corridor. but the grue of your soul. again you laugh.