There is something sinister,  (it follows)
creeping me from my past.
Resonate voices of ones I never heard.
Breathing as a fragile being,
which crushes by own existence
I can't remember much,
my family,
my friends,
they talk but I won't listen.
Morning light pierce through,
deadmans broken dream,
it reflect our no tommorow.
Do not be afraid of the death,
afraid the life worth no living.
Something is dragging me down,
exposing me to this cruel world.
It shows my blank face,
blank, pale face
with no pain and suffering written on it.