>≫≫I Want To Die
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.
In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.
The only son of my ...
Love And Life
If life is a fine string of a musical instrument
Then definitely you are the chosen musician
The sound you make could be either a tune great
Or a dull noise with the push or pull by your finger
The choice is yours and the ball is in your court
If love is an inexplicable enigmatic floating cloud
Then the space in which it plays is your chest
The color you make could be either black or white