Death Below
You hope to die one day
That'd serve as a fun day
You want to cut your wrists
Or talk about the risks
That the loaded gun brought you
But you are still here alive
Yes you work a nine to five
To get by, at night you cried
When this world only promised lies
But everyday I'm battling with you
Sadness seems to cloud our minds
Sometimes I dig through gold mines
To reach my soul for another day
So I hope you reflect on this
Sometimes our actions effect this
You can never bet a wish
When death is on the list
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2017
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