When Dead Was Heard So Beautiful

Long dark hallways are spread, across ..
From time to time .. There was never lost, never apart ..
In the thick corners .. The uncertainty was waiting to strike ..
Marched at his side, the betrayal was ready to hit..

On my right side, there is only hate implied ..
On my left side, there is only etched envy ..
Pressure, invective, incitement increasingly ensnare ..
Conscience is getting heavy ..

Slowly, with my doubt .. Enter the corridor..
Loud, pounding heart full of fear accompany ..
The cry, full of insults to myself.. Never subsided ..
Faster steps, telling the heart to get out ..

At the end of doubt, in the limit of consciousness ..
I looked at a weak reality ..
World, no longer alive ..
Human beings, no longer laughing ..

Cynical, sadistic, hysterical .. Flowing with sad ..
Look at me, no barrier nudge ..
Like despicable creature ..
Without the price and taste ..

I want to tear off ..
But the body can not charge ..

I looked at a moment ..
A single tone is heard ..

"Dead .."

Shaken with a sense of inner power not .. For some reason ..
"Dead", was heard so beautiful . .