So what's the point
Of living this,
Getting sad,
Getting sick.
All the shit this bloody eyes,
See,
All them just make,
The unwanted deadline,
Begins.

So much horror,
How much suffering
Will be provided,
How much would be
Approved,
In this world of sadness,
Sorrow,
Deadly bodies along the way,
How much i'll take,
Before i choose the end.

Creatures suffering,
Bodies holding in,
Senseless thoughts
Unfeeling ghost,
How much sickness would they spread,
Before i choose to despite,
to be actually dead.