I used to feel...
i used to sense what were
inside of me.
To feel waves of difference,
waves which brought me to live.
I enjoyed this live in me,
breathing and feeling,
burning and suffocating.
Didn't curse another life
when bearing death inside.
Now all things i do bear
are all gone and free.
This, myself...
now fleeing around death.
Cursing the hour,
and another life...
Which whom i used
to care.
Now...
watching myself,
my own life
fading to afar...
listening thes voices
and trying to tell them
that will soon be gone...