Just hope I could still have and hold it 

Different thoughts I've pen when the ink bleed 

In inspiration and deep thoughts I rake all through 

Reporting to only listener I 've 

Voices which echo like a field of valley 

Sounding aloud only in imagination 

Leaving the reports like a kid who forget an errands 

Seeming as if I am not being listened to 

I thought I could express through my pen and make everyone understand - pitied , yet no one still hears 

Carrying the burden and holding the cross alone

And the loneliness alone with my pen 

The ink flows like blood, the menstruate lady that touched garment would have be understatement to use 

The ink pours yet not reflecting on the holder

Why is the feeling as if I am not being heard

Screaming through book which is visible and ink which shouted my emotions on in.

Feeling I'm saying too much yet , the decoder never decode the code .

How much would I say to you, hearer, to understand 

My voice echoes like a dying song 

Just as the ghost shout and human never decode the message 

A little bit of parable, A little bit of emotion 

Never need to say much before you understand.