• How sweetly they lay dieing
    As the stream of red turns to an ocean
    Life slowly fades from their eyes
    The pain no longer persists
    And woeful feeling of laughter takes over
    Like laughter is the only thing that exist
    The blindness takes a leading stand
    And the voices are jumbled whispers
    As they sound like a midnight song
    Just singing till their eyes stay shut for long.

    -Angela K. U.