Death

Death has been a bed to lay,
Depression has been a friend I made,
Hatred has sharpened my hedge.
Suicide has sung a song;
Sniper has turned to maid.
And my mouth is set to serve.
Life I think is smooth,
Love I think is all,
But silence has dyed me off.

Loner I trade with smiles
Moonlight I share my thought
In silence, I wept my tears.

But, infants I hoped to feed
Destiny I'm scared to see
Dumbness I meant to pay.
Oh! Smiles have trade with tears
Once I heard I lived,
But tears I brought to them
Mine have seen helpless
Cries I see love I see the seek.
Then, it's late to think.

Death has then found, then it's late to think.
Death I think could calm, but warmness it send to HER.
Then the death warm turn to heat.
Savior I gaze has failed to see, for pages are left so blank.
Then the voice send me in hell to stay.