Death be not proud

though some have called me mighty and dreadful

thou art not so

Loosing the war I am feining to win

though I never tried to to strive deep

from within. Life could be beautiful

for anybody it is for,

The portal has been past

to follow the reaper

When your blindly death-raying blade

sweeps the griefs and fears away.

I cross my heart

I cross my heart

Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions.

Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-reliefing potion.

But after all, that got boring too,

so no matter,what happens, I could not give a damn or too.

The portal has been past til the point of no return.

No more lines to cross,

no bridges to burn.

Now when your blindly death-raying blade

swept my griefs and tears away.

I would never go back to cross that line.

I cross my heart and hope to die.

speaking  I was only 21 when I died.