I'd rather die alone
than staying here
On my own.
And writing - after all-
Wasn't plesure anymore.
Death came to me
And said ,, you'll die all alone."
I looked in death's eyes - that stormy teriffing eyes - and said,, tell me, when?
When will be my time? Is my end near?"
I heard an annoying laugh
She said,, they call it love!
You'll die from the pain
From the bloody rain!"
I was scared - so much scared-
Thinkin' and knowin' I'm standing
Here all alone and she could lie.
She could lie 'bout my end,
,, So why would you tell me then,"
I said.
,, Why would you finding me?
Just to tell me, it's not my time yet?"
She smiled looking at me
,, Your poetry hasn't killin' you yet?"
I screamed, started to pray
,, Today shouldn' be that day!"
,,Oh yes, yes, my dear!
So c'mon, without any fear!"
I whispered heavily ,, you said, my love will kill my soul."
,, Poetry is your love and nothing more!"
