Ringa Ringa Roses ,
Showering Over Me.
Still waiting for silence,
That I wished to see.

Weeping ,wailing & fake cry .
Of their too ,
who always wished ,
Me to die .

Drowned in grief ,
Standing there .
Are also few ,
Who really care .

Eternal peace,
Yet so dark.
Far away from the ,
Restless spark.

Soulless body,
Fearless mind .
Hidden quitely where,
No one could find.