DEATH

For more than thousand hours….

She sat here as a lamb

For the trial for finding she own

Just a limited bomb triumph inside the breath of she

So is it the fact she has to hold

Lonely, gloomy, death!

Thou art the one

Can fins the answer of her amusing

Cheerful of the fantastic day she owned…

Has to be the dark side in her brain

The ring in her finger

Be the witness of her tragedy

When she was in the dramatic life until now she die

Without coffin

Without someone will cry for the death

And without burial ceremony

She is the single feature

No body in her life, mother, father, sibling, pets…..

When she sat here until died,,,

There is the only feature accompanied her

With bad smell, bad looking, three foot, one eye,

Ignore the difficulties of her life, she rest in peace beside her new friend