I don\'t wanted to be born
I like to be gone
A wind that never existed
Wanted to create oceans of flowers
But left with nothing more than blood
Blood that\'s still in my body
A time it will run out to be free
I hope not to long to wait
Waiting for the right time
The difference between shame and disaster
A time that it less matter
A moment to sneak out of life
With less people that notice
My blood doesn\'t want to flow
Because flowing doesn\'t matter anymore
No meaning to breath
Forever blindness in my eyes
No touch that I can feel
Only nothingness
Living without a heart
But still cares about the world
About the people on it
But not enough to stay
It\'s a black hole that\'s inside me
Eating me alive
Piece by piece
Growing with small steps
Until it reaches it\'s finish point
The right time