In pace requiescat

Here I sit

With all those around me

The hatred that conquers me

The vengeance that forsook me

I screamed into horror of hearing those words you spoke

Those words worked as daggers

And pierced right through me

Deep wounds they leave, with time they'll heal

And as it rains upon these

I see my blood wash off

And I try to realize, realize what it have done to me

It killed me, stabbed hard, and I died in grief

But peace, I desire

How to attain it?

How to stop the screeching sounds that run in my head?

And die with peace. Achieve liberation, and end this suffering

And today as they celebrate my death, with the funeral and the black theme

And so on my grave you leave flowers, those rotten ones with the broken love...