Frightened scenery of my consciousness.
Scenarios of my precious whimpers.
From the call of my demise.
Wailing full of sorrows.

Wishfully where no sorrow.
Where people live with joy.
Where none starts sobbing.
On my demise.

It may seem cocky.
Thinking someone will sob.
But that's just the reality.
From one person demise.

© Benny