I write on death.
"You need to have a background !"
Isn't death empty ?
Then death is like reality.
Death could also be like me ;
You have relations,
I have a sky I don't wanna look at,
A sky with a rain of blood,
A brain that doesn't play his part...
Wait maybe I lied,
Maybe my life is full ;
Full of scars,
From parents and events,
From police and lies :
Have you felt pain from betray ?
Have you felt like dying in the hands of someone ?
Strangled against the wall, getting a lecture ?
"Your life has no value !"
"Leave here if you wanna !"
Money is paradise,
Freedom is slavery,
You want another option,
Death is your next action.