LIFE OR DEATH

2017-04-21 14.34.48SITTING IN A DINER

ALL ALONE

RAIN COMING DOWN

WAITING FOR THE SUNSHINE

THE JUKEBOX IS PLAYING 

A SAD SONG

DRINKING MY COFFEE

THINKING IN THIS MOMENT OF TIME;

SOMETIMES LIFE JUST

ISN’T FAIR

THINKING OF YOU

REMEMBERING YOUR SMILE

I KNOW I’M TO BLAME

FOR YOUR DEATH

YOU SAVED A LIFE

BUT, I, I DIDN’T WANT A CHILD;

I KNOW YOU ARE IN

HEAVEN NOW

WHERE THERE’S NO PAIN

A RAINBOW SHINES FOR YOU

NOW I HAVE TO LIVE

KNOWING THAT

YOU ARE DEAD BECAUSE

I WANTED TO KILL A PART OF YOU;

MY MIND IS SEARCHING

FOR THE ANSWERS

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DRIVE

ON THAT RAINY NIGHT

IF ONLY YOU WOULD’VE STAYED

YOU WOULD STILL BE ALIVE

Dear Mr. Insane Pain

wp-1489959643348.jpgRUNNING AWAY FROM MYSELF

RUNNING AWAY TO MY DEATH

I CAN’T LIVE WITH MYSELF

I CAN’T DIE BUT ONE DEATH;

RUNNING TOWARDS TROUBLE

RUNNING FROM MY PAST

I CAN’T STEP INTO YESTERDAY

I CAN’T CRAWL INTO THE FUTURE

PRESENT DAY AND TIME

I AM TRAPPED IN A BUBBLE;

DEAR MISTER INSANE PAIN

WON’T YOU LET ME BREATHE

CAN’T YOU LET ME SEE

WHY WON’T YOU LET ME GO

YOUR TALONS PIERCE;

HELLO MY DEAR FRIEND,

WAKE UP AND HEAR ME

I’M CRYING, I’M RUNNING,

I’M SCREAMING IN MY BRAIN

DEAR MISTER INSANE PAIN RELEASE ME;

THE DEVIL SITS ON MY SHOULDER

“COME DANCE WITH ME;

MY FRIEND THE REAPER AWAITS

DON’T FEAR ANYTHING

THERE IS NO WRONG OR RIGHT”

IN MY MIND THERE ARE TWO

SIDES OF MY EXISTENCE

I’M RUNNING NO WHERE

I AM A SLAVE TO THE PAIN

MY ANGEL’S WINGS HAVE BEEN SLICED

SIX FOOT UNDER

grave

RAINING, POURING, DOESN’T MATTER

STORMING, FLOODING, YOU ARE HAPPY

ONLY IF I’M DEEP DOWN UNDER

YOU DESPISE AND DETEST ME

REVEL IN YOUR REVILE OF ME

MISERY, MISERY YOU CAUSE ME;

YOU PULL ME DOWN, DOWN, DOWN

I TRY TO BREATHE, YOU SUFFOCATE ME

IF I RISE YOU KNOCK ME DOWN

BLACKENED SOUL, YOU HAVE NO REMORSE

I CAN’T BREAK AWAY FROM YOUR GRIP

BURY ME DEEP, BREAK MY FINGERTIPS;

YOU WILL BE HAPPY, HAPPY

WHEN I’M SIX FOOT UNDER

DANCING AND SPITTING ON MY GRAVE

SIX FOOT, SIX FOOT, SIX FOOT

RAISING HELL LIKE THUNDER

UNDER, UNDER, SIX FOOT UNDER

Death

This is the hour of hell

Beginning of legends to tell

Absence of lights

Resistance of innocent nights

Fever of burning desires

Heat of endless fires

Sadness, pleasures in pain

Goodness of minds turn insane

Death is waiting outside

Waiting for you to try suicide

Taking and possessing minds

No sense of feelings left behind

Darkness forms deeper in depth

Air grows thin as you take a breath

Mysterious visions before your eyes

Makes you tense, scared to rise

Depression raging out of control

Fear of losing your soul

Myths, legends, and stories come true

This painful nightmare comes to you

Darkness and blackness you will know

You are death and blind in your soul

Death you hate, death is fate

Death you must now await