Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die

Have I seen the world to be? Is there a world to truly be seen? Yet within belongs a one me Who perhaps live in a world of dreams With time as subtle as its passing We chose to live a little or die a little more Branded of choices, forever we be choosing Did you choose to live or die for? No one is innocent as sinners to the grave Nothing is simple... and nothing is complicated Bringers of lies, sinners to truth we save Gifted of time shall only truly be awaited In disharmony we cleverly hide to live Building a world nearer to its dying state Yet beauty be found need only believe Shall I hope...? Or perhaps what is fate? Maybe seen wasn’t as much A one world becoming too rare to say goodbye Yet seen have I seen as such Perhaps too weird I live... am I too rare to die?