Days passed doing nothing
Just with the suffocation of tears
Nights passed doing nothing
Just with the flow of salty water
Loneliness was grown
Along the saddened thoughts ,
Fearful drops of vicious water
Came closer and closer
Yeah ! They played the game
The game of life and death
I won , I got the life
But totally gone in vain
Soul was burning and burning
With the most violent flame of pain
Again the death whishperd
The silent song
" Glommy Sunday "
It was attacked in the sentiment
Then asked to me
If I would be a suicide murderer
Yep ! I agreed
I became a ****** murderer
I murdered my past
I murdered the loneliness
I murdered the broken history
Just loved being a murderer
I painted the life walls
All with the blood of useless fellows
Wow! I took the taste
From then I moved on
In the eternal love life
Where I could divine the landscape
Search for the heart
Dive in the world of imagination
Shape a living arguement
Now , life gets  coloured
that once used to be
Black and white