Life Kills

If life be a mirror, then she is broken And slit are my wrist by the shards of injustice That tempted me into suicide of the soul Guilty is my flesh to bare such sin I breath pain.. Pushed off the edge of my deepest desire I fall head first into an unforgiving grave Where lay.. Counting my regrets as I sink into a timeless ebisk of pity I'm a prisoner to my own cataclysms Wasted was my life And meaningless be death But to spar me the torture of the present day