life left for the wind and sea
swinging from the tree
trapped in the rope
no more luck, no more hope
strapped into the driver's chair
the life is still there, on this i swear
it's just held there by memory
and crushed by cruel chemistry
it was only a life
it's really no strife
it was taken with pain
it's pain's job to be inhumane
this is what you sign up for
blood rain in a downpour
there's no refund if you fail
you simply live life broken and frail
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poésiei won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
