A heart with depressed thoughts
As I look into my pathway
Is like grasses covering up my mind
In the illusion of my life.
I set a time to ask few questions;
Like ,why is the moon so cold ?
Why is the sun not blue ?
But my mind is too hiding in understanding the contract of “death and freedom”
If ,no hell or heaven
My way is so fine with sand and black paint over my heart
As I take a long step into the other world
I wish my soul will not come back into this world
Because the illusion of my mind is so unpredictable as I wish to die in a pool of my blood.
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