So I lie,
That I can't die...

I didn't have to write
or say what is right...

It has been years
and years of broken memories...

I have a dream,
that one day, my poem will be nominated...

Looking back,
attack...

The cloud was dark
heavy with ideas...

Oh Lord,
You did create me in your own resemblance...

Death is a certainty of once alive,
hate is the absence of goodwill...

I always wanted to be a millionaire...
now all I wish for...

To soon I say,
for such a great friend to be on your way...

Oh, my heart,
truth does hurt...

I am,
but a mere mortal...