I feel like I'm unstoppable,
I know this is impossible.
Do you live for the moment.
Tomorrow is never sent.
I feel that I have to stand tall.
For most don't they only fall.
They lack the ability to think.
They don't even have to drink.
They lack the ability sober.
I told you your life is over.
The dream has finally died.
Those who hope still tried.
I think they will understand.
When my tear has finally dried.
I think I should offer a hand.
But force will be applied.
I told them death is beautiful.
I told me the thought is foul.
I look up to the sky and see nothing.
They say I am simply not trying.
I look for hope to save.
But hope isn't brave.
I think your all slaves.
Maybe your heads are just caves.
I brought my mind back to reality.
I see it's nothing but the same tragedy.
I speak but you just call it blasphemy.
I laugh because your a catastrophe.
Dying seems to be the only resolve.
It's a problem they can't solve.
I write to show the truth.
Yet you still can't see the proof.
Blind eyes are denied vision.
Some don't have vision by decision.
I look for the light.
But I see morbidity and get delight.
I have many thoughts.
There are many who are bought.
I think I'll stop but maybe not.
I got a feeling I'll only rot.
I don't want a dream.
I only want some reality.
For some dreams make you scream.
So does reality, maybe both are shitty.
I have wrote for many years.
Most have came with tears.
I look down and hope for more.
I can't get enough of this gore.
Hopefully I'm wrong about it all.
But will you sit and wait for the devil to call?
I don't think it will work out that way.
I want you to sit and listen will you stay?
I don't think that you will.
This is the reason I simply can't chill.
I tend to go back to this urge or thrill.
Not the thrill of just anything of the KILL!
