I used to feel...
I used to sense what were
Inside of me.
To feel waves of difference,
Waves which brought me to live.
I enjoyed this live in me,
Breathing and feeling,
Burning and suffocating.
Didn't curse another life
When bearing death inside.
Now all things i do bear
Are all gone and free.
This, myself...
Now fleeing around death.
Cursing the hour,
And another life...
Which whom i used
To care.
Now...
Watching myself,
My own life
Fading to afar...
Listening thes voices
And trying to tell them
That will soon be gone...
