Then, the Pain will stop.

I have so many questions of certain things like death,
I go through all my spiral words, feeling the pain
It makes, so I answer My Own questions so it does
No hurt.

Is so hard for the brain to understand when someone
You love left.

Adaptation, time is all it takes,
Day by day, miss his, it or her face.

So there not question to respond,
There’s no answer, of course I could
Be wrong, and then I put both of them
Myself.

So this painless atmosphere surrounding my
Body with all this thorns, hurting me from the
Outside living me in agony, can’t stop following me,
I see everybody dying on me, when will it be the day?

Found my question at the end, I’ve forgotten I’m a
Human been, and that one day, one day my turn
Will come to pass away, and the pain will fade away.

SENA