At each clink,
All things gathered become important.
The device does not stop ringing
A roaring whine creates noisy
On the other side, he was silent.
Sighing, quiet, leaving a helaan
breath full.
Soon there was a sob,
Triggering a crowded fullness.
The cries were recorded all night,
As witnesses surrendered on
a natural slap.
"I'm ... good-bye."
His sobs stopped,
the connection was made to die.
After a few days of news,
One of the sons went to sail.
He has lost,
On the test of patience.
While his relatives resigned,
Subject back to earth
which he made the choice.
That night,
exactly 2 o'clock in the morning,
Menyayat pulse
Torture yourself,
he chose to die. ㅤ
