Lletres: Shape of Despair. ...To Live For My Death....

All life will be gone
soon leaving myself...
into the spheres of emotions...
emotions...
i thought...
There's nothing left for me,
anymore... everything
is gone.
Nothing left
to feel nor to understand.

I did not wanted

to live my life
nor did i even wanted
to live for my death...
strong it is indeed...
life... strange to born for death...