My oblivious mute friend – in – the darkest night; gaspingly longs for a heartfelt tête-à-tête. Searching its way through the shadows; or probably just got lost and wandering around to find his way to thé twisted world – my world – again. Nonetheless, the night is annoyed and unquestionably recalcitrant for bearing yet another mourning for a wretch. Even if this means that the soul will twinge from time to time. Anxious, yet trivial for the flutter vanished into pitch black’ shade a long time ago.
Nay, woe ist thou!