14 May 2012
Poisonous and doomed
The air is all perfumed
It's a strange smell
Like burnt caramel
I'm near to collapse
It's like have several handicaps
Feeling weird sick
Not homesick
It's not like this
But my mind insists
I know it
But I would not admit
It's homesick
And I know it
What Is This? • Opuss № I