You will see

the sorrow

of pain when

the darkness

swallow

the light.

You will see

death when

the ashes

abduct

your soul.

Would you still living

when all

the maddest

is all around you?

Would you still writing

when all

you can think of

is the memory of

cruelness?

How come

you drop by 

when 

all you can 

read

is a 

sympathetic

words?