Rambling

I've been murdered

once,twice,thrice

I've been betrayed

even by the so called 'nice'

Living among everyone

I've always been apiece

Surrounded by the thundering

I've become quiesce

Painted all black

still as clear as ice

May seem soothing to you

it's bloody cerise

I've been a sinner

though due to entice

Consider it concise

after all this

I want

the heaven

the paradise