back to work ( requiem of the end)

erm....since time ...when the days come to the end of life...one will suffer the terrible fate..n destiny..whom that been told to be the most bad luck of all time n must be persistent in what one can be done....one almost totally devoted and the most cruelly abuse mentally and physically illness....damn almost to suck whole my life into something break....and deep hole very..deep inside....who one suffer the doom of them self must be obey to one another.
The morning of dull always frustrated the one that need the most happiness and joy then the mid of life turn ugly as the cry broke silence and lamp faded as the source of life turn their back from us.