Hope is a dream
one that never ends
hope is a friend
one never leaves
...
half-after-of-half-the-end,
the beginning of the end
and the end of the beginning
...
roses reminding me of blood stains
thinking of the life i took
thinking 'that could f been someone's son'
to myself
...
the sound of the heart play the melody of life
time plays the melody of age
and and the body play the melody of death
one can not exist without the other
...