Last breath

Sleep doesn't seem to be

in my grasp

Night seems to feel

like a curse

Bitterness of life

dig me inside

Thoughts of my mind crumbling inside

The next of my line blurry to write

Taking life granted fool wasn't I

It's not like something changing anytime

I fear, it might occur of pain you find

Lesson from a ghost buried inside

Walking but dead souls left like

Love of a doll beauty inside

The paper of curse money looks like

Where it's gone when life on the line

The man from a grave ask you the time

What did you do with a gift called so life?