SWEET DIE

Light in the dark room gloomy stabing little heart

Cracking wall that i decorated by my blood, smelled my depressed

One by one, my fingers counting heart beat until i can’t wake up at morning

Paralyzed, countdown of end becoming a scary melody, but

This is a sweet die, and this a great movie in a life

Open eyed and see the death, he bring a bitter sugar

As spread on a road that will rise up my soul into the deep

With the beauty of night, he will pull to bits the heart and throwing it in the hell

Until it burn out, the smelled make me aware if this is an end

This is part of life, and this is one of wondering way to enjoying an end

May i crazzy? But this is reason why many people worship a Greatest power

They are afraid about an end, an end that never they do or feels

Every  death is a sweet, do not afraid about it. Look and understanding

That death is a goal of every creature who sleeping at midnight whit they dreams