Dying Isn'T An Art

Clear blood dripping all over the earth it's like the sky is bleeding. Lighten strike again and wounded heaven, The closely related clouds are crying. The rain water the plants of my memories that remain. On the walls of my heart are paintings of my Pain. Michelangelo- now I know there's no art like dying. I've been thought how to smile, I've been thought how to cry but nobody ever teach me to die. I'm ready to walk away from the misery of life. I'm gonna die in fine style tonight if someone teach me to die