Poem

       Honestly, I want to live up to old age, with poetry, philosophy and everything,
       Nothing you want already,
       Friendship, work and talent are everything,
       That's all I want now,
       And fate is not for me,
       Only break your heart,
       In this beautiful month, May,
       Soul sell,
       And in return a terrible camp of evil,
       But the friendship of love gave,
       And I see them in a dream,
       I can live,
       But I do not want,
       I have more relationships,
       And transformations,
       One boredom,
       And separation,
       This is flour,
       When one separation,
       One gloom,
       Soon I'll get cancer,
       Although the constellation of cancer,
       But I love a beautiful poppy flower,
       I'll go,
       I'm not coming,
       I want to die,
       I want to go,
       There is no one,
       Not needed,
       No offense,
       Dear Hades,
       I give my soul for an exchange,
       Take me,
       I can not stand a day,
       Yes, at least God,
       Will fulfill my duty,
       Will return me,
       Warming Paradise,
       For me,
       That you will be without me,
       When the time passes,
       And the burden,
       What will the flag give,
       For a fiery flame,
       Flame of death,
       Make a soul,
       In chains,
       After all, they are such,
       Strong,
       Like shards,
       Attached,
       Charred,
       Scary,
       Gloomy,
       As the darkness,
       That is absorbed,
       Now she,
       My soul,
       I can not do it any longer,
       And I do not want,
       Not to whom,
       I will not help,
       Because I'm going to die,
       It hurts a colitis in the soul,
       For the darkness,
       It's dark,
       With cancer disease,
       But I like the poppy flower.