From a victim of darkness,pleading happy fate-
sick and tired of smiling, busy making self-hate.
Silly dreams of grave wakes me up at night-
now it’s only me and the silent pitch-black light.
A time when great and grief thought comes,
creating either mind or heart full of lumps.
Just wanted to escape,hope not a disastrous end!
deeply holding the broken side I can never lend.
Soon a shadow of pain knocks for no gain,
now I am an alive massive cloud about to rain.
Making a beautiful grin to my haunting pain,
angrily this time,the pain stings my brain.
Watching me hardly breath,the spooky death calls-
sweetly both me and my ticking clock on the wall.
Ready to sadly kill myself;just to happily bleed—
now to the heaven but let the wet mud shield.
Memories flashes by and my heavy soul aches,
To the God I return;hoping the heaven can’t be fake!