Dying

Looking into my eyes you see a dying being The monster that's inside of me dying from a variety Of spices that is mixed in the bowl with society Most have lied to me and they expect me to get up Wake up just to live another day with the same cuts I seen enough to say I am sick of it Running from this, shadow Feeding mass souls to the creature with a firm hold On this world that periodically turns slow I feel pain just grow when half of my body turns cold I have a hole in my throat from writting the same hurt Over worked from the way life makes you feel like dirt Will I ever understand? How a person can demand the devils hand to erupt Make a man throw up until his heart drops to his gut and gets ate up This life is great huh? The sun is never promised but nine out of ten times I can say tomorrow the sun will shine Eight out of ten the moon will return again Ten out of ten the stars will shine bright and never dim If I can guess something we barley understand why can't I get my life sorted out Its either I am holding out, or my soul is lost with another solar pal When I was young I thought I was different, but I am older now And all I can see is nothing has changed only my memories I lose my brain over melody's that help me speak Infinitely I feel incomplete Destiny was never there just the lost finish line I never crossed Now I see my life being brought to the burial ground I have no applause No cause, just thoughts of why life doesn't have a pause I could philosophize on how I am going to die No one would believe me and find me the odd guy But its odd times I am dealing with So everynight when I lay down I am feeling it I never mind it and go to sleep Watching my eyes turn dry because I haven't blinked My rib cage no longer fills pain Since I stopped breathing oxygen today