On June 21, 2012
How to choose the point of the end
When every balance shall die?
Should I worry
What I am leaving behind?
All that dark will become a part of me;
All the agony,
Dying,
Fears and pain
- I will let them win.
The impossible point of the dawn, in dusk,
When the rising blocks the Sun;
It will be the eclipse to shadow
All my mistakes,
And the countdown
From now until forever.
Is there a better time to die
But when your king holds your hand
and
The adversity tries to blind my truth?
