The Lost Soul
Tired and fatigue are all over my body
Yet my mind hardly stops thinking
Spinning around randomly
Wild and crazy as it be
Even so, Our brain
Is highly unpredictable at a time
Extremely wicked as it may be
Thoughts of life and death
As far as beyond our imagination
Evil yet creative
At this moment
The idea of death
Constantly creeping into my head
As if, death is just next to me
Or merely part of me
For I could hardly tell
Sometimes, Death
Seems to be the answer
An end
To all these misery
Simple and easy
Yet
Unfair to everybody
Greatly malicious
As One may say
To end your life
As this way
It’s a tragic ending
Although evitable
MNM JAIS ©
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