Jhon Doe

Guilty!
Deadman!
Do you think you were spacial?
Did you make the things by breast?
Now can you see something essential?
Lots of deadmen inside your chest.
Life's going on without you...

Guilty!
Deadman!
The wheels of cart are going creak.
The dust of settling in your eyes.
The horse stops and you try to seek.
Know where you turned up with cries!

Guilty!
Deadman!
Oh dear!What have you done?
Keep silence,the glass of eyes is speaking...
You tried to be better.Now you're gone.
And now you are the same,John!

John Doe.
Deadman.