Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Act_VII
I passed by a cemetery that day
Wondering when would it be my day
Sleeping with them, as they lay
Do they ever have a word to say?
Some say life is like death, but death does not live
Death takes but does not give
Deny or receive, this theory of grieve
But there is no leave, to this gift that so many please
War or peace, the world still leaves
Scars of those who have already deceased
But there are still many faggots who favour war more than peace
To these people, who've contributed to the blood seeds
I wish I could use this knife
To end your life
Living life can't be eternity
But maybe, death is our real destiny
May god curse my insanity
End my life as my penalty
Every time you stare into the night
Are you sure everything you see is right?
In the dark nights sky, nothings bright
Even with your opened eyes, you can't even find a light
Maybe life after death is all dark
Nothing there to make a mark
What would we do to make a spark
In the depths of the death's park
Death is like an art
But to some it's just a fart
You say you're not scared of death, but yet you still hire a guard
Please don't make yourself look like a retard
After reading all this, understand this or take a risk
It's actually not that sick
Believe it or not it's your pick
But before closing the light and going to bed
Use some time to remember what I've said
leavemeALONE;
thepain
