In my lonely hopeless times
I lay with no wings of freedom,
I cried for the end of time,
When my heart was triggered with thorns,
Sickness lights my home so down,
As I wished not to wake at dawn
I see peers around for a playful cheer,
But I chose to be alone in my painful hole.
My heart beats as I feel my death is near
And my fear breeding hotness in whole
Every symptom seeks a nest in me,
As my happy days I seize not to feel.
Even when the music cares and plays,
My numbness holds my emotion not to wake.
Sweetest night dears me for a rest,
But I feared not to close my eyes to death.
I sit and worry in darkness and pains,
As my body wears a battle field ends.
When will my darkness feel the endless light?
For my happy days not to sight my gloom
When will my dying powers kill my body plight?
To save me from these holes of doom
Until I lie like the brightest stars in the city,
I’m a grave with an epitaph of pity.