I am not sad
Or going mad

Isolated, I may be
But outside, I can see

The surroundings are not bad
Just a bit bright, if I may add

My thoughts are free
But why aren't I glad

The world shall end...



...even if innocent lives are spend

It's so cold

Enough to freeze my bones

That would be a joy

My cold fragile frozen bones

With such force

My bones will break

My frozen shattered fragile bones

That would be a joy

Wouldn't you say?

Now I am a pile of my cold, broken bones