• When looking back into life,
    It's not a fair share of ordeal,
    It's never an idealistic world,
    It's just another vision,
    the conscious are always somewhere.
    Not to be touched,
    We're always alone,
    Born alone,
    Live alone,
    Die alone,
    People will never remember you,
    Of course they will put good words,
    As a 'friend',
    But of course it is just a friend,
    Like a pawn in chess game,
    used, beaten, forgotten.
    A joke told by the joker to his king.
    Staring upon the nose of his own grave.
    Waiting for death to grips him,
    Away from this cold world.
    To his nectar of dreams.