11 May 2012
Hoot of a pigeon,
The russell of the trees.
The sound of you screaming...
Bought me too my knees.
I heard the gun fire,
My heart it skipped a beat.
I tried to make my legs run,
In vain of my feet.
But I just couldn't move.
The notice held me right there.
You died on your own...
Think I don't care...
Care • Opuss № I