To whom may wish my death,

I ask of you one request.
Take me to the edge of a cliff,
Where land and sea's, and windy breeze,
Sing together silent harmonies.

There I stand staring at the sunset,
Peacefully breathing, embracing my death.
As I take my first step,
You fiercely push me over the edge.

I'm finally free falling,
as the sun slowly sets,
As I draw my last breath,
The image of a perfect world, is
Imprinted in my eyes.

Mum I love you,
More than I can say,
And more than I can do,
I cannot live a day
Without seeing you,
Without giving you
My morning Kiss,
Without holding you
Around my arms,

You where the one,
That took care of me,
That listened to me,
You where my only friend
When I had none,
You where the one
That mended my heart,
When it was broken,

So I thank you Mum
For being the best one !

Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn:
The humble Sheep. a threatning horn:
While the Lily white, shall in Love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright

In a Mirror,
I shalt not look,
For I dread the Mirror,
Behind my eyes.

For when I looked,
It craved for my hand,
And in mere darkness,
I fain reached hers.

Fell badly in love,
until one day it stopped.
He told me he loves me
And that he cannot live without me,
Not even a day had passed that he'd already forgotten about me,
As if I where never there...
He'd forgotten every memory we made.
Like a story never written...
He had said he'll wait for me...
Blindly I believed his words,
Later knowing he had never waited a day,
That he planned his new romantic escapade,
Realizing he had never really loved me...
And that he only liked the game.
Felt as if I dug a grave for my heart...
Emptiness and sorrow filled my soul.
My heart had died and my soul was too.
Weeks have gone by...and still I feel dead.
Unable to find happiness...
Refusing any love...
Trying to forget...
To find someone new...
But I feel better alone instead...