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
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