>≫≫I Want To Die
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.
In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.
The only son of my ...
Flung are the petals blue and purple
Spread bare and bask the sun
And send the fragrance to call the silky breeze
The swarm of bees booze and buzzle
While the dry leaves hiss
I wait for you with bated breath
Come, my dear friend quick
As a piece of magic cloud
Drops of dew here is not sufficient