dear frens,
i've shared with u my very own poems...
now...
azhar brings u to his imagination...
original...

azhar:
help me...
they are betrayin' me....
help me...
they are dyin'...
help me...
they are leavin' me...
help me...
they are forgettin' me...
help me...
they are hurtin' me...
help me....
they are humiliatin' me...
help me...
they are disturbin' me...
help me....
they are pushin' me..
help me...
they are torturin' me...
help me...
they are laughin' at me....
help me....
they are stampin' at me....
help me...
they are throwin' me away...
help me...
they are punishin' me...
help me...
they are slicin' me...
help me....
i'm bleedin'...
help me...
i'm dyin'....
help me....
i'm losin' life....
help me..
this is my last breath...
help me...
i'm drownin'...
help me...
now!
help me..
fast!


a fren:
i'll die with u....

another fren:
take my hand..

last fren:
i'll call for help....

which fren do u want?
close ur eyes and imagine...