Death is colder than ice !

When the pain is true
the pens go dry

where from should i start
when all i remember
is a dream
or
maybe just a lie

longing for the day
that will take my broken existence
away so far away

,everyone i,v known
just gone

What a coincidence,,
the few i loved ..,
All decided to die.

now it's only me
waiting for nothing
but just living the same memory

who am i ?
will i meet you in paradise ?!

i couldn't make sense of the things
that matters the most haven't found words back then ,

am tired of being a sin
so cold and more pure than the ocean
nothing is going to change a thing
no can't carry this grief within
there must be an end