I have ninety seconds to live,
Ninety reasons to scream,
Silent screams,
I feel exhausted,
This is too much depression,
I have got to the end of the street,
The narrow streets,
Now I’m looking for a hollow ground
And a beautiful house,
Well furnished—
Three walls and a single door,
And one glass window,
For friends to look at me inside,
Their eyes will be wet,
Crocodile tears,
And they will post my smiles,
Fake smiles,.
With long RIP posts,
Truth I won’t rest,
At least not in peace,
I want to come back haunting,
To be their nightmares,
My images tormenting…
That is enough revenge,
For the love I never experienced!
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