this is the day that i die.
i sat down softly
for the back aches bad
but its useless to care
coz it comes to you
when you're there.

This is the day that i lie.
In the bench
on the sidewalk of the abandoned street
where it always gave me a nausea
a dissipation of self
beyond repair

This is the day of goodbye.
Yes,in the backyard of the castle
where vendors don't come easy
but i could easily slip by
amidst the shadows and lights
worse than boulevard of a nightmare

This is the day i'll cry
Silent saline tears that wallow
along the lines of my eye
And i'll shout out loud
to free me out off paranoia of life
somedays i thought,aloof,
it isn't that its not fair.

This is the day i die
In no particular order
i remember all the smells of my life
i remember all touches
i remember all tastes,sounds and remember
all forms that could cast a image in my mind.
And i remembered
it is here and
it is the day that i die....

welcome...