I. Noises.
I ran from my sorrow again.
I hope there's a gate to another world.
This planet is crashing me to pieces.
My dreams are filled with screams, and there is no way to stop them.
Death memories haunted me day by day.
I accept that I'm nothing but a shameful human being.
Beauty doesn't last forever.
My old self is shaking in fear and has started to cry.
So many diseases, I can't count all of them.
Existence is a pain that we have to suffer through.
II. She doesn't feel well.
I think I have a grave for my soul.
I want to be buried on Sunday.
My casket will be full of flowers.
Nobody cries
They're happy now.
