The Day I Get KILLED

Walking beside me,

Like a shadow.

Even in the darkness, you can see him

Starring at the mirror,

Still, you can see him

Pain and all death of emotion

Have no meaning.

I climbed on a tree without legs

I catch some hope without any hands

Misfortune I don't believe,

My eyes wide open without light

I scream but the sound won't come out

I forget, but still, remember the sin

Sin to become weak.

I shall kill that weak person today

And become someone to be proud of

Because before this day I was Dead.

[it was writer's birthday, 29th march.]