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
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