I am feeling blank like a white blanket
I am waiting for the day it is covered on me and I sleep forever
But that day comes like a visitor and goes back without me
Everyday I kept my soft fragile hands on the dark hands of death
But it teases me and goes away
THE ANGELS OF DEATH VISITS IN MY DREAMS
ITS. LIKE THEY came to imprison me and take me home
I am happy for the night
Enduring pain is so...