My Memories
Silently a cold wind crashing into my skin
Made me realize, I was no where near
The place where I had dream about
Where there would be nothing near to
The darkness that I had in my life
Something was wrong, it was not that long
I have some memories, the blood, and the scream
That cold floor on the dark subway
The train, the dim lights about to fade
And the cuckoo in the clock, saying something
Then the thunder, lighting and rain
Coldness surrounding and embracing the darkness
The light and the warmth had just gone
It was getting hard for me to breathe
I was loosing my sight; I could see people surrounding me
The siren I thought, will be the last thing I’ll hear
But I listened to the roar of train, my eyes filled with tear
And now I am here this place I do not know
It’s still the same life; I’m a loser, no where I can go
Death is what I wanted when I was alive
Death and Life is the same thing
Now I realize
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