The End

The End is the poem of a soul which is on the edge of darkness and now is suffering from wounds and hurts.

Oh hallow sky,
thy hast fall out,
breaking silence,
burning clouds,
and bullets rain drops.
Bleed me.
See my scars.
Those open wounds
cry in pain,
rain's pouring salt.
Oh shallow breath.
Doest halt.
May my fall come,
on your way to get the end. . . .