There will be No Joy

"It has to be meant something"
Reach into a bold of lies.
Chewing something else,
like nobody else.
Within any hesitations,
dive in the abyss.

Could you hear
the night is weeping?
PAY ATTENTION!
The howling beasts
They coming for you, PREYS.
Tearing each part of your skin,
Either your juicy flesh
and your crunchy bone.
At least,
I gave up a limb
Though an escape journey.

Altitude doesn't bother me,
as far as those creatures
vanish at the horizon,
and the bright landscape
to be landed.

Oh, the moisturizing fragrance!
Remind the same scenario
Of despised moment.
They can't be spoken,
in my own borderland.
It's my own book of Republic.
Written with joy
and tears.