Poetry
I follow a Rule in Life
That the happier lifes Made
the More it takes at the end
The More U involve
the More U hurt
When u fall to the floor
Or Take a deadly Sin
Each day It may end
Every day U could die
Every Fort night U can Lose something
Such a Limb to ur Eyesight
Each day A Soul Dies
and Vists Non-existance
Every day we feel Invincable
but Really we Just hope
it Doesnt happen to us
As We hide in the corners
Away from humanity and Evilness
We Sin in Fear
As Someone pulls that tigger
Or throats That Sharp Object
into thy Heart
Piercing Mans Soul
As ur heart gives Finial Beats
only then u reliease
Ur Invinability
is a Illusion Covered by government
As they Stand and laugh
at Terrors happening today…
As We fall to the floor and Die
On a Sinful day
We all die someday..
