The End of the Day

 

i wake up and the day ends like a sight
in a sad sight of death behind
and the rain falls over the blind
of a failed life i had by a tight

Maybe a dream decodes my fight
of a broken thought i deserve, unkind
and someone to bruise, i'll always find
to hurt your heart and turn off your light

Am i a beast? everytime i myself asked
or am i broken dreams? maybe
You'll be fogy, and with the answer i'll be corrupted

but i know, i fated to live with the pain inside of me
and deep in my hear i know, i've reached
the mainly code of our misery "human: to be"