LATE  AT  NIGHT . . .

Every thing i do , i do it in vain
I have no hope of getting or taking
i have my life just for the purpose to die
Happiness sucks and sorrows fucks
My soul no more belongs to me
It's just a matter of time
That I become a dead man walking ..
 LATE AT NIGHT
LATE AT NIGHT,I walk all alone
My body is cold and hands freezed
LATE AT NIGHT,I visit those cemeteries
I can feel nothing but the cold breeze
Listen and feel their spirits rising
And i know that you cannot because
You're afraid LATE AT NIGHT
And i am a dead man walking ..
 LATE AT NIGHT
The night is very dark and scary
There's no trace of moon
Dogs barking and wolves howling
Unfriendly sounds coming from the forest
But these all pleases my ears
And satisfies my eyes
As if i am used to it
Walking down the burial area
My eye catches something
I was so shocked but stil
I was not afraid,I felt nothing
Because that was my name in that coffin ..
 LATE AT NIGHT
LATE AT NIGHT,my eyes SPARKLE
But my hands are still cold
I am not angry or sad
Because i am glad that i am dead
 LATE AT NIGHT  !!!