


My time is running out,
a lot of transgression that I am not proud,
a lot of good things just in my thought...
but only dreadful thing that makes everything right.
make me desire to commit suicide,
what the worst that I could said....
things so much better if I dead..
My time is running out....
but I never give a damn what its all about,
mistake turn everything upside down,
from dawn till dusk I’m on my own,
with all the sins that I have done,
from time to time it cramping my mind,
heaven and hell know that I have cross the line,
waiting on my world to change,
so I can keep up before the world end.
My time is running out,
but still, nothing occur to me to made something right,
please, please and please!!!!
Hope there are somebody teaching me how to fight,
In the battlefield of sin and virtue,
Where all the thoughts come true,
And I can turn myself back to the line of truth.
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it night, boring and raining cats and dogs and i just got nothing to do, that's when i make some poem. i just don't have some power verb to have a good poem, i think this should do just fine. even i dunno why i write a poem about dawn. huhuhuu
Dawn comes before morning,
Start to shine for awakening,
In the bed we are still lying,
Or someone even snoring,
Hearing the azan for praying,
That’s what dawn is doing,
Dawn comes after night,
Chicken start to have a sight,
It when the street starts to light,
Clubber didn’t have the right,
To stay dance all night,
That’s when guts make a fight,
The police come and make it bright,
Blaming the dawn for the quick night.