Certain Death

Death Bed
Is what nanika is laying into right now
Cornered lights
Nothingness is everywhere 
Looking at her eyes
There is too much pain on it
Too much sadness deep within
But she can hide it all with a smile

Sound of cricking wood flooring
the twitching sound of the doors
The breeze sound  of the wind
It's all nanika can hear right now
Looking at the moon
She is thinking that maybe
Maybe she still have a reason to live
To live is this mess up world
In her death bed that she is laying into
Where dying is certain when you don't 

have any reasons to live anymore