such words can cause even death to anyone. |
False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. ~Socrates Words. Words. Words. My words' a knife that bid my kindness goodbye. My words' so free that they can hurt anyone and ruin anything. My words can crack a mirror, even an unbreakable steel. Breath's faded; things are destroyed. But my words are standing still. Know what? There's one thing I want to do with my life: To take away my devilish mouth so I won't be able to utter such words bitterly. At this very moment, I speak. Few seconds later, I feel the guilt. Why do my words reflect evil? Am I a devil too? Do I really speak them impulsively or do they really come from my "heart"? Do I speak lies or do I only speak the truth? My words are so sarcastic that they can even cause death. They are so mean that they can cause loneliness. I want to die and live again. I want to live differently. I want to make people happy. But what's happening this hour of my life is far different from my desire. Why do I survive living with words like those? I want gentle, tender words embracing me. Hurting them makes my heart ache too. Killing them, I feel that my life is taken away from me little by little. Imagine how fatal am I? I have murdered and tortured innocents by my words. And I thought they really are my friends. But they betrayed me. I am trapped. Until they got my heart and cut into pieces.; they chopped all parts of my body and thrown into the dirtiest river. I am so strong that I was still alive. Oh my! I'm losing all my senses now. Before I close my eyes forever, there's one person I hurt by my words so badly...so rudely. I am so sorry. Now, I'll pay for this. 3... 2..... 1......... Everything turns gray.... and then black. FAREWELL. |