16 June 2012
The air is cold dry, In this world full of grief, It's slowing down my heart, Making it hard to breath.
Clouds rolling in, As my last hope leaves the earth, As we all thought it would get better, It did nothing but get worse.
Casting my last breath, I grab a torch of light, Trying to to clear my vision, In the cold darkened night.
I make my way to the coast, Where I hear the waves sound, The light gets more dark, A bullet through my heart, I proceed to death, As I fall to the ground.
This World • Opuss № I