The Start

The end of time we can not avoid, Be careful not to be born, when I don't inhale oxygen, I must provide upsetting moments to my close ones. Eyes can be read, but not with out life. The clock tick-tacks and my breath vanish every time. Pain is hard chew it, maybe ill soften up, Ill tell you tells, then I'm gone. Angry or happy where have you travel now? Still waiting on a call, at least a sign. I ain't believing what I just saw, Scared from the picture in my mind, No rolling tears, I have to stay strong! Locked pain, anger, confusion building in an organ Then come to realize I'm headed down the same path. Leaving the jungle where drama is purchase. Give me your ticket; let's cheat Ms.Death this time. White hairs don't matter at all. Earths gravity has forgiven who we are. Stuck in black funerals, "I dream being six feet tall". Be careful not to be born.