Thoughts

Today we buried a sister, she was so young and full of life. The Angel of death decided to snatching her away from us. He does it all the time, last time he ambushed dad, too bad he never got the chance to say goodbye. They play mind games with us, the say we are all prey waiting for the hunter to slay, one by one we shall lay on an unknown day!! should we start counting the good morning texts as Blessings? and fear the goodnight , sometimes they sleep so deep and forget to wake up. l guess my mind is messed up, l keep on biting my finger tips wondering who gets terminated next. Paranoia feeds upon my succulent brain, everyday l stain my face with rain my eyes have become the darkest cloud!!!