I’ve been told many myths
about death...
This life is my first one,
This life is my last...
Hey,
I know we barely have been talking...
Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...
O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...
Some were prepared to be
Suicidal, I was like, alright...
A crispy silver moonlight shone
upon the frosty leaves...
All humans suffer
grief throughout their dull lives...
Burning seas lose to me,
Taking all my family...
The day
I scribe...
3.38am and I cannot sleep
despite my body yearning for rest...
The sun was waving goodbye before his sight.
There he was, alone sitting without feeling tense...