i feel dark and grey in my moments of madness, while i sit here and contemplate my own fate, others hear my pleas for forgiveness.
No one replies to fools like us, we are here for one reason to re live each day of pain. My troubles cripple me with worry, depression and anger.
My thoughts are like a flood caught in a dam, they have no where to go, i am not jesus but i have died in vain.
Now i approach my final hour of sin and torment, my troubled soul will be left to blow in the wind, loveless and lifeless like my life when i was alive.
Death is a prize eveyone wins, life is a game we all play to lose. Life is full of questions the answers are found only in our deaths. |
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