my burial

the smell of closed room,
buried deep in the ground,
a room of secret,
yet again it is known.

the way of the wall,
is placed as a mazed,
the path of it's colour,
is red and black,
the darkness of life,
repainted itself as the colur of nothing.

there is a fast way to escape,
but the choice is cruel,
neither life or dead,
just nod to submit,
and agree to suicide.