The Bridge of Death

The bridge of death
There is a famous bridge
Some where out there 
This bridge is use to blood 
Yes the blood 
of the innocent depressed 
is not a stranger to this bridge
It a bridge that end misery so 
Quick 
For those in search 
of an escape root out from reality

The bridge of death 
Their is a famous bridge 
Some where out there 
The shadows of death 
Is no new thing to this bridge 
The stains of innocent blood 
Is no new story to this bridge 
The brutality of depression 
Is the quick ticket to end up 
On this bridge
With out no mercy 
The confused soul jump off 
This bridge to end 
Their grief 

The bridge of death 
There is a famous bridge of 
Sorrows every where 
The ugly ness of poverty 
Drives the many opress 
Close to this bridge of calamity 
Where they end up to end in
6feet 
What a life 
Beautiful yet complicated 

The bridge of death 
Life is a beautiful place
Only if we knew it source 
The source of life is not base 
On sucide  
Either is it better with self murder 
Is not an easy task 
When all that is supposed 
To make us strong 
Is the reason of our grief 
Is never a play 
When all we live for 
Goes away so fast 
Right in front of our eyes
It not a joke when we hold 
On to the unknown with fear
So when life hits you so hard 
Be hold on with gratitude as
 you meditate on positivity 
Where life cant push you to 
The bridge of death
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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