Prosa Dia: 26. I'm Fell Down from The Top

Perhaps, I'm wrong enough to touch the sky without fall
Wondering how a man can be the winner of the race
Perhaps, I'm fool enough to run on highway without goal
The music on my ears defeated my mind like an ace

A lights I hold now come to die
become a dust now I'm blind
Its cut my instinct and force me to lie
I'm losing out my mind
The butterfly in west are fly
make a distance front of mine

I'm fell down from the top
just like a free fall
I'm down to the ground and I can't stop
the death angel wave to me with a bad grins on his face
swing his scythe to my back but it just hit me on my lace

Perhaps, this heart of haughty and the mental of sick
He comes to me just like a wind blows
Perhaps, this head of proudly and the instinct of dark
He almost had me just like he says
Then everything goes dark
I can't feel my muscle then my senses
Perhaps, He caught me and now I'm on halfway to hell
Now I'm realize my sins and I must fight once again or never

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