Standing on the peak of the hill
with no one to stop me to jump into
the oblivion from the mist to hard soil.

I was kissing the uncertainty of the
overwhelming wind that unusually
bade me a cold-hearted  good bye.

Death was an easy choice to make
with life ready to leave me in 2 feet away
and thousands martyred moments
begging me to come and mingle
with them for ever and ever.

But NO,this is NOT the end my friend.
I have to be awake in order to pretend
this dream is not a reality indeed....