No need saving,
Death, he was craving.
Still no idea, nobody knew,
The reason why his sky was no longer blue.
Farewell was written in his face,
No place, no grace,
A true ghost, he became,
Like a bullet without a name.
Summon death just to make a deal,
Life did not have any appeal,
The only thoughts were to fade into nothings
To feel like something.
The warmth of the sun nerve reached his heart,
Hopes and dreams became part of another art,
An art that he was too tired to master,
So he welcomed disaster.
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