Having control of your life is
rare.
Living is hard and dying is bare.
You can be happy or scared.
Me, I don't care.
Life has nothing to spare,
But people fighting, drinking,
doing drugs , and people
wanting to have sex with a
pair.
I'm wondering if there is
something in the air?
Babies die before seeing their
father, life ain't fair.
Their father probably don't
care.
Because he has more money to
spare,
More condoms to wear,
And more naked girls to stare.
Some bottles and pills to share,
With that girl he met at the
state-fair.
Seeing real fathers these days
are really rare.
The world is broke and the
world doesn't want a repair-
Mario Perez
A Day In The life
A day in the life of a shattered boy,
Who grew beyond the use of toys.
Growing legs and a growing mind,
Grew beyond his wanted time.
A frighten child, a timid lad,
Who gave life all he had.
But a secret he would never tell,
Kept him in a solitude cell.
Haunted by touch, afraid to feel,
For the nightmare were all too real.
At sixteen he tried to run,
From jokesters having fun.
Reliving days he rather forget,
Kept his fuse constantly lit.
At twenty-two he took his life,
To be rid of the raging strife.
In a graveyard, three rows deep,
A victim was laid to sleep.
A frighten child, a timid lad,
Who gave life all he had.
Now his candle no longer burns
For life gave little in return,
I tried to live with no lies in my life
but yet your still here
your still very much alive
I begged myself
just to let the pain slip
but its still here
just like the poison
within my lips,
this toxic taste
put everything
into its place
a fragmented glance
of hope, a chance
to just let it end
and let death win
but nothing I did
could drop the thought from my mind
this truth has left me all but blind
my life is nothing more
then a broken soul,
with painful flesh and blood
it's like my life is a tragedy
and my tears become the flood
Life is tattered and torn
crooked and bent, with it do's and don't
Yes life is cruel at times
twisted in every angles
And yet different in every aspect.
Oh yes life as a whole is enough to
make you mad.
Yes life is never fair
with it ups and downs
But anyway who says life is fair.
Life in every point of view
Is unique and special each and every way.
It's also what makes everyone different from each other.
And it not always coated with luxuries.
Life is just like a rose, with thorn to prick you,
when you hardly notice it.
So my advice to you dear friend is, not to give up in life, but to make the best out of it.
Challenging the heart of fear
Resilient of a journey far ages away
No lies in my eyes, my dear
Truly images of priests lying to pray
With no sword, breathe of vortex
A warrior with one life at last
Bite a bullet with my chest
The warrior went to rest
A soul with no claimer to ask
In a war which no one is a guest
With a thousands of angels call
My body was left through a wall
A call of heaven in the dark
A whisper of soldiers drowning inside an ark
With no sword, breathe of vortex
A warrior with one life at last
Bite a bullet with my chest
The warrior went to rest
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