Between Life and Death...

Walking the path of tragedy,
when i am abrade,
none seems,
to fathom so well.

Helping for nobility,
with no disgrace,
for you shall,
never see.

Pain is my eternal beauty,
for you have owed me to it,
arises a rill of happiness,
that shall not,
exist for hours,
as your holiness,
may direct it to hell,

Death means life to me,
as i am enjoying,
peace of an eternity,
my gratitude to you.

Serving as a slave,
in the dungeons,
of my own corpse,
whose keys are lost,
in my own darkness.

When death came crawling,
and you left nothing for me,
and now,
Death is my only friend,
Pain is what i love the more,
Let me indulge in my solitude....