DEATH NOTE

                                                       

As the time condenses

wind became slow and calm

as if it is afraid to hurt my breath


everything is now blurry and dark

the shadows of the past is hovering over my present


memories broken into a million pieces

it would take another lifetime to collect it all


short breaths, deep sleeps, painful days

wishes to end this lucid nightmare


the path became hard and tough

human inside me is already faded away


soon the shell will crumble down

oh life what made me be become

even the death note seems irrelevant

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