Death be not proud
though some have called me mighty and dreadful
thou art not so
Loosing the war I am feining to win
though I never tried to to strive deep
from within. Life could be beautiful
for anybody it is for,
The portal has been past
to follow the reaper
When your blindly death-raying blade
sweeps the griefs and fears away.
I cross my heart
I cross my heart
Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions.
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-reliefing potion.
But after all, that got boring too,
so no matter,what happens, I could not give a damn or too.
The portal has been past til the point of no return.
No more lines to cross,
no bridges to burn.
Now when your blindly death-raying blade
swept my griefs and tears away.
I would never go back to cross that line.
I cross my heart and hope to die.
speaking I was only 21 when I died.