This world/word crawling on thr floor, at 7 in the dawn staring at the page, what the hell should i draw heards the knock on my door, come with me and dont give a fight said he was death, and begged for my life i said i was too young let me finish with my toys i have a lots to be donr, i'll come when i am done running wild on the grass at 11 in the noon staring at the horizon, where the hell should i roam felt the tap on my shoulder, its your turn now said he was death, cant wait anymore i said i wanted to live a hundered come only when i have left no stone unturned said i have a lots left here you can come when i am done getting high on the grass at 1 in the night starring at the mirror, how the hell to see through the smoke let my throat scream pout, take me with you said i want death, cant wait anymore am sick and tired of the world theres nothing, no one lefti have nothing left here i hate this world. world hate this world. world(3) I love this word
