Work

When I'm not thinking of anything
when everything seems blank
and I do nothing but enslave myself
heaving every little energy left
onto those fragile and precious,
not to mention, expensive items...
I found myself,
listening to choirs of angels
singing songs of aud lang syne
but my precarious mind
woke up as soon as I realize it
I couln't fathom the calmness and serenity
eventhough I'm engraved in my subconcious mind
and fatigue body...
these incomprehensible agony
is slaughtering me slowly and painfully outside
yet untouched inside.