Dana Aliganga


the ugly writers
I am weak and frail and I am in hell I wonder how to break free from this chain of me I hear then his soft voice loudly I see light shines really brightly; but again I am weak and frail and I am in hell.


the ugly writers
Forcing you to love me again is a kind of cruelty. But, destroying me for just loving you is a melancholy.  A metamorphosis had landed into your heart. A typical disease sugarcoated by an aesthetic art.

Last Night

the ugly writers
He’s waiting for me every night saying; it’s time to escape reality from my sight. Since, I’m so sad, I’ve decided to fly But seven hells! I wake up! so I sigh...