"As long as I am living
Let life alone for reality spin
Because sobers, regrets stings
Painfully inside that bursts like tin"

This chest's weighs much burden
Compiling all at he back that hurts
Like thousand swords stabs men
Relentlessly runs in pitched-black dirts

Only dreams and wishes lasts
In this already poisoned body
Which deviate lies is casts
Perfectly! with no such flaws ready

"Solemn solitude mayhem"
Declaring this an will of dying
Lone wolf- exiting requiem
I'm yours truly, a regretted thing