If there is peace crawling inside,
Now time is must to surface.
If there is good left in my thoughts,
Now time is perfect to frame lives.
If I ever lived alive,
Now time is awaiting for nothing.
I don’t know what to write anymore,
I see death and I am missing again,
The essence of death as stolen from me.
What if I stop writing,
Will I survive another day of distrust?
Deathra, why does your name calm life?