Exactly today, on the same date, 13 years ago...
It was close. It was around. It was real.
13 years ago, what had happened would never be forgotten.
Under the day light, true sunny day...
It was good, it was nice... it was fine.
Just in a moment. I hoped it would be turning into gloomy sky and heavy rain
thinking... the fear and the real darkness to fade, washed by the water from above
disappearing the foggy heat, and let the day just be drown
13 years ago.... It was...
but, what memories were so strong!
bringing along the bunch of questions
strings of 'who', 'what', and 'why' into everyone's mind
i was too young to witness, to hear and to feel
too ignorance to be warned,
too innocent to be frightened
13 years ago....
even now, the word 'ago' doesn't mean anything
a drop of blood was still there
kept and reminisced
a day of exiled
loneliness under endless darkness
terrorized with your own shadow
it was 13 years ago
what have been gained
what have been lost
have been buried and searched
the demons want it more
today, tomorrow, next month or next year
for another history to be added
for another sadness to cover one's decay of heart
distract us from the past
better be sleepless, in a dream, that no one can break into
....in a country of the burned and ruined
in a land where the demons lie 6 feet under with stolen gold and pearl
dedicated to all who became the victims and to all who lived in the fear of those 2-day unstoppable riot.... my prayers for all of us.
...what happens in my bedroom, stays in my bedroom...