[julitta_chob]

my friend; your fearful life is gone
the prize you sought is won
but what you see? we all are here
exulting in dare-waiting
while follow eyes for suicide
the room so grim and daring

some warm liquid is dripping down
the bleeding drops of red
there is my friend on dirty floor
fallen cold and dead...

some reason you don't answer
your lips are pale and still
you couldn't ever feel my arm
you has no pulse nor will

some warm liquid is dripping down
the bleeding drops of red
there're only shadows on the floor
I fallen cold and dead...