20/07/2022
I'm losing interest in things I once enjoy
It becomes clear to me
I'm trapped in my own boil
Where all the yellow pain meet
The darkness begin to grow
From my internal organ, yes!
Making my brain low
Now I'm lost in my tears
I wish to sleep so
Tomorrow can bear a new seed
But then I saw the Grim Reaper of souls
The only option now is to sleep
In the emptiness of my soul
I heard the red man saying
"Get ready it's the groom"
Then I saw the little light shining
