A silhouette of a man has come.
He knows that I,
A breathless man,
Wants to die.
My soul feels like rotting,
Like it doesn't want to exist.
I don't understand why.
I have people around me.
I am happy.
But sometimes not.
I don't understand the world anymore
Not even myself.
I just want to end all of this
By the grimmer blade
The silhouette has carried.