무단전제 및 복제,상업적 사용과 타싸이트게재를 금합니다. 이글의 저작권은 kimeunha에 있음을 밝힙니다.
sometimes, I think of, getting mad,
a sharpest blade going into my chest
or of my cut wrist in the hot water
I'm taking down morphine to forget
all ever-present pain
I'm a dead
think of my body detached
from the soul
how sad to look at that shell
but I'm free
don't wanna go back to it
sometimes I think of flying
from the highest building
how light my air-ridden body
I'm flying, flying,
flying toward the forever freedom
I'll feel so good though my head will be
broken like fallen apples on the cemented floor.
I'll be free
how'd be glad to have it back.