Suicide has beautiful taste but it gets bitter when we share it to others, I'm sure they will whisper that I'm mental.
Well this witty bizzare thought exicte me with scare but I would like to hug my death instead trying again this distasteful life which gives me rollercoaster frights.
There are some secrets I want to share this time I won't hide, I bravely attempted this but failure is written in my luck, these trial became horrible disaster.
But think of the wonderful idea of a rope hung on the fan's blade would be amazing; my throat will be in panic but I want to roam the trip of the mesmerizing journey. First it will be dark and then light will be flashing, imprinting the image of heaven's gate closed and protected by the friend of death and I'll ask him to take me to the journey of warm...