5 February 2013
Walking on leaves, Walking on snow, Thinking of places - I want to go.
Treading on grass, Smelling the flowers, This is how - I pass the hours.
Day after day, Year after year, Wondering what - I'm doing here.
People pass, People flee, Is there something - wrong with me?
On my own, I walk the earth, Wondering what - my life is worth.
They say that life, Is a fight, I stand alone - in the night.
I cry for help, But darkness falls, I fall down, As Death now calls.
Down I go, Straight to Hell, Here I will - forever dwell.
Death calls • Opuss № I