Let’s begin and end my life with a single poem
My sickness is that I have no family or home
All I have now is some walls to cry over me
Some ciggarets and what seems to be a tomb
What was in the beginning has come back
I fought,prayed and played the endless
And here I am fighting my own
Shadow again
What is the end of all this, where was that again
Is it a sign of herosim really or is it a sign of shame
My life has become a theater and a stupid game
I feel like I lost my self somewhere and nowhere
I feel like the other me wrote this, yeah it sound lame.
Read it again and again maybe you find the meaning, no it is lame.
Add some words and scratch some maybe it fits you, no it is the same.
Burn them all then it is already my last poem
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:32 AM UTC
Let’s begin and end my life with a single poem
My sickness is that I have no family or home
All I have now is some walls to cry over me
Some ciggarets and what seems to be a tomb
What was in the beginning has come back
I fought,prayed and played the endless
And here I am fighting my own
Shadow again
What is the end of all this, where was that again
Is it a sign of herosim really or is it a sign of shame
My life has become a theater and a stupid game
I feel like I lost my self somewhere and nowhere
I feel like the other me wrote this, yeah it sound lame.
Read it again and again maybe you find the meaning, no it is lame.
Add some words and scratch some maybe it fits you, no it is the same.
Burn them all then it is already my last poem
