Helloooooo!

yaaaay! Last Month I've written this poem:

No More Miserable Life

It is hurt and injured painfully from people and destiny, fate
Nothing could heal it's cut parts to the very end
But only one thing, death could be the only choice
It could be the medicine for the poor thing
No cure'll cure it at all
Death will heal it, step by step, softly
Poor little thing beating tiredly
What a wonderful feeling it would be, I know..
I know it would be great and not exciting
I experienced halfway to death, amazing
It wasn't hurt when it stopped beating
no more worries, no more depressions
no more painful tears, and red bloody eyes
Just sleeping peacefuly, calmly, and quitely
In a place called grave, with dead colors of fall
Where all my neighbors surround me are calm
In a wide place named graveyard, interesting
Miserable memories all vanished into dust and sand
It will for the last time see the bright planet
The sun, no luminous rays passing to the graveyard
But darkness and cold weather, aaaaah so cool
With the lifeless moon, lacking light
Just peace, just peace, just peace...

So w00t do u think about it?

i've also drawn this on adobe photoshop :