Right In The End

As I wish for dearth
Its grey eyes
Avoid all my senses
Am I unworthy?
Am I a sinner?
Why I cannot be happy
Once in life?
-Right in the end
When no one will be disturbed?
No one stay in the exit
Only the smokers
With black lungs
And red speech

Exploing my head
Without reason
No poetry in death
Only souless blood drops