I wish my life was over,

My world made of broken clovers,

Falling out of place,

going into a dark space,

filled with blood,

nothing to love...

No one can see through my facade,

As I start to fade away,

Noone hears my crying,

I fall out dying,

In my silence,

All I see is violence...

Darkness is in the soul,

This never grows old,

As I smile

Blood comes down,

Staying and staining my arms for a while,

Yet I fall to the ground,

What is going to be in the next round?

Now my bloody clovers are no more..