As I spiral down
Into the deep sense
Of Depression and Regret
I was for the beckoning Finger
Of Death to comb my shivering
Neck.
We all want something
I chose death
So that I can escape
The wicked sense of humor
This world has.
When it comes to replaying
My life
I regretful that I let this Secret
Follow Me
To the wooden bed
Under the Earth.
But I am glad
I wanted to die,
So someone could
Unravel the secret
That was almost like  bullet wound.
Finally I will get Justice.
And I will dance in
The After world
Where I am bounded by Freedom

Love how cruel You are
You attempt
To show us that
Are obtainable
But never once showed us
The trouble we have to go through.
Never once did you
Show Me the amount of tears
And heart-ache that I have to face
Because of the little rush
Of Emotions
My cold heart felt.
Love, You are a cruel being.
Why can't you just strike us
With an invisible arrow,
To prevent the difficulty
Of finding "The one"
The difficulty of getting drunk
Off of lust.

The burning fire
Of the bewitching orb
Comes to end the sweet day.

Our day,
In which walk on the tiny granules
Of the endless sand
Staring at the beauty
Of our love.

Once the sun sets,
I know our time has come to an end
Because now I am filled with
Memories whiles
In you are in the grave
Dreaming the night  away.