Poetry I choose to die

The shot was smooth but painful.
More pain than sharp knives that break the neck.
I'm sad in a swollen wound
Destructive want the throne of a queen
Ah.

Sources images

That's impossible for me
As the captain splits the waves
I chirp behind the roar of the engine
Well. No one will hear
Karana collapsed in a very muscular mind.

Please just take your place
Even I myself do not want in my body
I then passed

Remember the memories
Even if the pain healed
So I chose to die
Rather than life
Which keeps getting hurt