Love Poem: Living in the Death

Living in the Death

Living in the Death

The interesting feeling comes from dying, a forgotten life kind is in a passing die
Hmm, but the feeling of death is the real reality in my life, there I cannot be mine

Hmm
Hmm
Hmm

Why? Question?
Yes. Stayed life.

He is a killer
But the living
Friend in life

Yeah, helps me
To may be in us 
Life him a down

I have two souls, one of me, one of him. I am a believer, he is a killer
I find him in a cemetery, a suffering spirit from the history of humanity
He has super intelligence, from II WW can’t go too far, afraid of the God

I accept him, my next family is waiting for him, but where? It is the choice of the God
My family will be a life basket to him; he will be a kid and his mother will love him very

Hmm, a good man, an innocent killer. War comes from the past, I just walked into the
… graveyard.
I love this adult kid. Be my kid, be my son. I have no. We write together, and life gone
Hmm, top intelligent person. Why did you get this fate? I don’t understand you. Mind

Because of the war. – He answered.  
Yes. Yes, that is right. He is right. And people just living and this man is a hell lifestyle
Now is 2024. So many years passed in his life. From a hero. Living alone in a cemetery?
Not a great gift from people and life. I walked there for photography. He is a mind in life.

Life
Death
He is mine
Mind
Mine
He 
is Top 
Kind

Sad

Demon

Sad demon