Why Wait Death, Why?

Tolerance is the verb that qualifies my existence
The daily struggle to show any form of life persists,
With the feeling of being ostracized from my own being
I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of it

Here is a series of chances, which mine sucks
Not believing I was dealt the worst hand ever
But I can’t think otherwise
Why bother on whom has it worst, when I wish to have it better

Death is a gift I envy, he visits way too many
Leaving me craving and wondering when my turn will be?
Suicide seems like an option to living
Until you start to wonder the best way to go

Which path will be painless and swift
Then you realize, you don't even have the guts to try
It takes hell amount of courage to end a life
It takes more than hell that amount to end yours

Many see it differently, and with reasons that stand
But since I never had the courage to make that move
I stand afar seeing it my way
The man afraid to try

My doors are ajar though
A welcome mat placed and a welcome bowl laced
When he steps in one thing is certain
I will cling to his leg because death is not leaving until he blesses me

Cliff Edge End

I always thought I was strong
Able to control every thought

Always thought I could be sound
In the rage of his hounds

It never crossed my mind of this day
I will stand happy, yet dismay

I have given up sanity
Thrown away tranquility to be here

Here he goes, screaming and knocking again
Yet I continue, stoned towards the edge

There is no turning back now
I have gone too far, far down south

I reach the edge craving the me that was dead
Every moment after this will be one I won't miss

I wish I can turn back the clock and walk away
Instead of being here alone in the dark at 3:08

The screams, the bangs and crying followed
As I drive his car ignoring the gapping hallows

I didn't think this through
How I will never be me after this

Why did I let go of me and cling on to this?
The screams, the bangs I need them to stop

I reached the edge
I get out to push, stopping as it starts

Off it goes, slowly down with a loud sound, it births fire
A cloud of explosion from his car wakes the night

I hear him scream one more time
Knowing it will haunt me forever

Dear Boss, farewell
may you burn some more in hell


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They're The Same, Not Me

Freedom is alienating
And reasoning is not becoming
In my world confirming is key

Every light and every sound
Plays the same in every town
And everyone thinks the problem is me

You can tell when they speak
The very next line to proceed
Because everyone is reading the same books

Books of culture and despair
A tomorrow with all gone
With today amounting to nothing

They look ahead to the dawn
Sell their lives to the dream
That one day it will be better when they meet

While I’m left in despair
A lonely man with no care
Whose today is all the tomorrow he will ever need


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No One Not You

The pressure is tempting
Walking towards another beginning
Recording the scenes as I walk
To catch the best moments of this life in Hell

I stand watching as evil makes his claim
Telling us today is the first of the best
Each day to come will be one to remember
For we are members of this Hell oasis

It is our turn to shine out in glory he says
Making a paradise in these flames of Hell
Carving out victory as we stand and fight
With burning hearts and clenched fists shall we ride

Hurrah hurrah, we shout as he spoke
Geared up by his words, we marched towards doom
To make our claim of this celestial ground
None will stand when the Hounds of Hell roar

We have come to take our place
To have control of the seats right down to the plate
In the shadows, we grew waiting for this day
And none not even you will stand in our way

My Wishes for You

Fantasies are echoes of the things we wish were
Distant drums and melodies of days without you
They begin with smiles and ends with sighs
Your existence, a reminder the cool breeze brings

I hope the ground will be so generous as to envelope my being in your presence
Your existence is infuriating and your voice, piercing
Disdain is the thought when you call my name
Hope is a reminder when you walk away

I wish today mine and your existence will be a tale once heard
A tale of two who stood together momentarily
I walk away and spend my days in fantasies
Of you gone from the very presence of me


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