The joy of Life

Oh the joy of life
No one to hear ones cry
No one to listen to ones suffering
No one around
Left all alone
Not even death has come yet to keep me company.

The day of misery

The day of misery will come
All eyes will weep tears of soar
All hatred of this world will be seen
My heart will rise in joy
Because it will be the day I die
And leave this miserable world behind.

I love death

I love death but death doesn’t love
me.
So many times I call but he won’t come near.
So many times I go near but he pushes me away and says “It’s not your time yet!”

When will you come!
When will the time come!
The love I have for you is now pure.
Take me away from this world which I cannot bear.

Pain

O heart why are in pain
Because no has ever loved and no one could ever love you.
Do not despair.
In a few days it will be all over and
the pain and hurt will be all gone.

Count

I count the days before my life will end. I try and find happiness in one of them but in the end what means it to be happy when death is around the corner.

I feel jealous when others have so much happiness in their lives.
I once dreamed of such thing but am left empty and broken.

In the end I will be glad when that day comes and I will feel no more hurt from this world.

No more

My heart beat no more.
For those breathes are useless now.
For whom do still live for?
This world hates you and will consume you in it’s hatred.
Bring the end near
For it will end your suffering
And suffering of others.

O Death

O Death
I love thy more than life itself.
Come now.
My heart’s only desire you now.

The Storm

Come out of the hole
Face the storm at hand.
You are not weak.
You are not a fool.
This world is cruel
Full of violences
Full of Hatred
Face those demaons
Face those foolish people
Who took love for granted
Who took your kindness as a favor
Who took your heart and soul as material goods
Come out to face the storm
For you are not weak,
Among the fools of this world.

The day you went

The day you went my world stopped
A moment frozen in time.
Thoughts of you never disappeared
The door still left open
And me still standing waiting for you.

Death

The tears in that man’s eyes I could not bear.
What could I do?
What could anyone do?

To hear a daughter’s cry.
To hear grandchildren ask “Where is our daddy gone”?
The youngest of them will not understand but will know that a loved one is gone.

Gone so young.
A life not lived.
The happiness unseen.

When he calls we must go.
A fate we must bear.
One day we all will be gone.