At the time I looked to the past,
many years had come through,
I grew in different shapes
and hid my feelings in them.
I, me, myself am so confusing,
not knowing what I am,
searching for an answer
in the darkness and brightness, I have a balance of power
and a weakness of doubting.
Death is my answer of life,
death my key to survive,
I seek for my death
hoping a change comes from it,
for me, death is the gate
where the soul goes free,
but I seek the same death
to let me free.
My life will be long on this world
and my soul will be in it.