By: Nailul Rofika
I owe my burden to The myth of Life
Where the History eternity survived
And i Wrote down All the sacrifice to the honour of Death
Where i see the truth in sadness and what is surprise called fate
And now this heart feels deep through the way
And it slowly hard find its way
perhaps it was the blaspheme of curse
The Gibe that i surrendering by God’s rules
Perhaps , Now i only can begging for a Pity from The Majesty of destiny
I can not holding on it
I can not stepping forward againts the desire
I see thus all surrounding by me
when my bloody body felt down to ground
I propose the soul to sturdy
In the End of breath, precisely My dying Agony
The light of death calling me
I realize it is my time to leave
Cry?
No, i was thinking about my holy grave,
Lied with a bottle of grape Grip by Abuse of chafe
It will be very fine for me
if it is the end
it will be alright for me
Because i see life’s as fun as created a name
Biodata Penulis
Penulis bernama Nailul Rofika mahasiswa Universitas Jambi