When my heart turns into a dark cloud;
My mind suffers the consequences of it’s aches.
And when the moon shines on I’m in no good mood,
To laugh nor cry, for the pain’s too severe.
Suicidal thoughts smell so sweet suddenly.
But I could never be so inhumanly selfish.
So I admire from a distance,
And dance at my own sorrow, smile past the pain
That scars my heart
But the scorching blazing sun of Africa
Is too tempting to live for.
I fear death, I see it as mighty and dreadful.