Irony

Irony…

It’s like a cold solid steel, with a polished clear surface, swishing pass your ear, just an inch away. You survived it, yet it made a mark.

It’s the eerie feeling of screeching metal, scratched together, a pitch incomprehensible, and yet understood.

It’s the cracking of a iron column, buckling due to its own weight, crashing down and burrying all in ruins.

One Response to “Irony”

  1. - K e V - Says:

    too structural design lar! wakaka…=D

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