My pen is pale
My pencil is blunt
My ego talks to me,
"Kirui Write anything-
As long as you paint."
I got to my notebook,
To write;
But it is tasteless......
It has no salts,
No sugar,
No not at all....
But my soul felt happy,
At least i tried.

I went before a mirror to check my aching eye,
I never saw my face,
Instead I saw my brain.
It had a very ***** thoughts of the past,
My sinful youthy character was conspicuous!
Mountains and valleys I climbed and rolled ....
I saw money I wasted in grave arrogance and ignorance,
The abject poverty I created was vast,
Debts I owe the world,in my wreckage friendship that made me a living corpse,
I am withdrawn and I lost sense.
......................
Very fast I withdrew from the mirror ,
And took my gun to shoot my brain!?,
But oh ****!!!!
I just used the last bullet to shoot my ****** past!