Are you ready to die
tonight?
When I think about it,
I feel sorry. I feel sorrow.
I didn’t want it to
end up like this.
But tonight I look at
you for the last time.
Goodbye, Sky.
I couldn’t count all
those sleepless nights in your arms.
There will be no
light, no warmth, no angels, no peace.
There will be cold, I
will shiver with cold, there will be ghosts and anxiety.
Would the Death look
like this?
Probably it would.
Now…
I think I died a long
ago.
Because this emptiness
remains me this hell I live in.
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