I was trying to portrait the relationship of life, love and death in literature.
Personally, I was contemplating while writing this down and I think it's just beautiful.
I'm not broken or in a psychological breakdown, so for my family members who are reading this please be rest assured that this is a form of an art. :)
Life is miserable
A soul was born
A soul was taken
Trying to refuse is futile
Love is poison
The moment you give into the happiness
The later you'll reap the sorrowness
Trying to deny is useless
The moment you let yourself be engaged by love
The moment you will realize that you'll have to let go
Some says,
Life is a mystery
The moment you try to mimic ones happiness
The moment you realize you are wrong
Finding out your own key is the solution
Life may not give you what you've always wanted
Life may not grant you what you've always wished
We hate life as much as we hate the Death
We despise life as much as we despise Fate
I may not be perfect
Not you either
I've fallen in love with my Life
yet I'm married to my own Death
For years I tried my utmost
For a way to separate myself from it
For years I try my utmost
Hiding and running away from it
Yet,
Death will never let me go.
