You used to be happy
Now you only know sadness...
Walking down an alley way,
coated with fear of the unknown...
As i face deaths temptation,
I cling to the solitary...
Why do we so often
hate death...
For that slit moment she felt nothing but fear
For that frighting moment she took her last breath...
You lay beneath
a thatched canopy...
Where are you,why i miss you
i canot understand...
I've been told
that it only takes approximately...
I've considered my death several times.
Nobody really knows that I want to die...
This poem may not be written well
but i want you to know, that you've caused me...
She woke up from nightmares crying
Realising her dreams were dying...
Once more I have buried myself in oil,
you cannot see the despicable me...