What is the use of running
away from the evil so cunning?
you're a dead man walking
to that hanging noose waiting.
Turn around and start weeping
its better than fleeing,
beg now to go on living
or walk away to wake up dying.
Everyday is as solemn as the last
where you painfully relive your past,
you feel like some kind of outcast
forced to dig your own grave fast.
Remember when merely surviving was a must
when temptation was only lust,
well its all now burned to dust
collect the ashes and let your metal bones rust.
The sun is shining bright
every word the book said was right,
you must have been blinded by the fight
distracted by their pitiful plight.
It must have been such a sight
to watch a strong man's might
taken away by something so light
crippled after taking a single bite.
If tomorrow was too late
would today seal your fate?
If you were supposed to be dead
would you have said things unsaid?
Your conscious mind has been paid
to let go and let things fade,
it's too late to clear your slate
to start again and empty your plate.
Artwork : fear_by_lexapalooza
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