The battle rages though my whole
Threatening my very soul
As I strike and strike by sword
I am plagued by thought and word
The life I live I live in pain
My world a sea of acid rain
So often I try to tempt fate
As I grow and grow in hate
A phrase in mind
Kill, kill, kill
I grow in speed
As I increase skill
My Life, my life
I live in hate
I feel, I feel
Not weak, but great
A power in me is on the rise
I feel it in the very skies
That I look upon with mine eyes
A life riding on so many lies
The thoughts in me
Not bright but dark
A demon is in me
And it always seems to lurk
I long for flowers
And sweet winters long past
I want to die
I wish to end it at last
So now I end my meaningless life
A life, a life, oh! a life of strife
I lay now on my bed bleeding
To deaths door I am conceding
I see my life flashing before mine eyes
Though not traveling to the skies
I see the black burning gates of Hell
So much help needed though most just said “oh well”
Could you not help me when it began?!?!?!?!?!
At the time I truly cared for this land
Why do I die? Because you don’t care?
When I needed you most, you were where?
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