Curse Life-Shape of Despair

I used to feel... I used to sense what were Inside of me. To feel waves of difference, Waves which brought me to live. I enjoyed this life in me, Breathing and feeling, Burning and suffocating. Didn't curse the hour Which gave birth to me, Didn't curse another life When bearing death inside. Now all things i do bear Are all gone and free. This, myself... Now fleeing around death. Cursing the hour, And another life... Which whom i used To care. Now... Watching myself, My own life Fading to afar... Listening these voices And trying to tell them That i will soon be gone... (For me...what did you really gave... life...)