I feel roots of veins, slowly expanding down my neck
And now I feel it is crawling out from my pours
Humans see me as vulture at night
But they do not know, I am hated by my own kind
I was decline, from the moment of my birth
Until now that I am age nine
as dying angels, slowly land on earth
on this land, of my beloved birth

As I sink deep within the ocean
Hoping to fine other true kind,
Who would accept me with love?
I slowly sink deeper, into core, as my heart feels hurt and sore
I can’t take this anymore, while I wait
For myself to be ceased and fall, and I still can’t feel the ground
All I want is to be drowned, in this unknown society
All I ever wanted to be, is to feel needed and living glee
And now I am resting in peace, imbedded deep within this dark sea
As I leave them behind, without any trace of life and sign