Thursday, April 30, 2009


I am the red of the heart and the black of death.
I wonder if I'm there.
I hear my heart betting really fast.
I see black tears of blood.
I want to be there I don't want to be death.
I am the red of the heart and the black of death.
 I pretend I don't cry                                                           
                        I feel two knife across my heart.
I touch the black tears of blood that comes out your eyes.
I am the red of the heart and the black of the death.
 I understand there is alway an end.                                     
   I say do I really want it to end?
                                   I dream that I'm happy but then I wake up.
                                  I  try to forget.
  I hope my heart would understand.
 I am the red of a heart and the black of death. 

                                                  


Wednesday, February 18, 2009