Garden Of Departed Souls

Shed tears because they're gone. Cherish their memory and let it fade far away. Gone are they. No apology can bring them back here again. The desire for sacrifice still remains. 

"What a greater honor could be bestowed on me than death for the sake of my motherland?”

Guilt-Lee

I always wanted to be like a kid, a baby in my moms shoulder. I want to scream for no reason. I want , that hugs , kisses, smiles back on my face. But in real I grown up and I'm ruined by the non-sense of guilt. Maybe mind itself is the doubt; a formless abyss.