My death is near, i am alone,
I can't forgett your fire hugs,
I know, your heart look like a stone,
And i in full depend of drugs.
This world is place of pain and hope,
And evrybody want to be,
But there are ready blades and rope,
And our future hard to see.
I ready for the final line,
Of our live,of our way,
I drunk a lot of hardly wine,
And now i chousing: fly, or stay.
I know, that i should stop this travel,
And soon i will be learn to fly,
Oh no, i can not pass this level,
I wanna sorry,not goodbye.
Unsuccessful suicide
© Copyright: Данила Трифанов, 2014
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