Sometimes I get lost in what is good and what is bad;
what is the bad and the good.
Everything in life requires a balance.
but when will fate allow us?

Or will fate rip that apart?
The way that fate has ripped my heart.
Confused by what fate wants for me,
So I might take Fate by the throat and create my own.

One simple thing. For most on this Earth life is Hell.
The busy city streets with cars flashing by,
The tall buildings that scrape against the sky.
The city we love, because our society loves to hate.
The city we live in, the city we call Hell.
But even in the dark city, with demons waiting at every turn.
There is hope that we can prevail,
that we will not get caught Hell’s fire and burn.
Only you can change this life and it’s up for you to decide,
Because Hell Is What You Make It.

For most on this Earth life is Hell.
Walking into a decollate and gloomy school with a smile on your face.
But the demons will soon come ready to destroy your mental space.
You can run for miles and you can try to hide,
But the only thing that can save you is the friend who you can rely on.
They pick you back up, alone, from the dusty ground.
Yall blast your favorite music excessively loud,
and they manage to quickly fix your frown.
We choose who this person is, so they can keep us alive and able to thrive.
Because Hell Is What You Make It.

For most on this Earth life is Hell.
But then you meet someone, and Hell begins to freeze over.
They are the most beautiful thing you think you have seen,
like a slow and melodic composure.
You will still dream about them, even after they
rip their presence from your side.
Like the other half of Velcro,
you can hear the static-like sound from inside your own head.
You will be left alone in the dark sobbing about them
even when you have no tears left to let you drown.
But then there is someone new and,
unlike any other drug it’s a whole new high.
You forget that love shattered you like a pane of glass,
Just give this crazy idea of love one more chance.
Because Hell Is What You Make It.

For most on this Earth life is Hell.
Because sometimes you lose the only glow at the end of the tunnel.
The person that shined like the sun in your life is now gone.
You become lost in the forest of the world, like a little fawn.
Some get ****** into the dark abyss;
as the light is stripped from their being.
Some just glance past,
without even realizing the monstrosity they are seeing.
But the demons always try to cover up our beautiful, warm glow;
It comes down to us, as individuals,
to find the lesson learned from pain and loss.
and continue to let light flow
Because Hell Is What You Make It.

For most on this Earth life is Hell.
At the end of it all, I have picked up one lesson for sure.
Hell Is What You Make It.

We are all Sinners.
Are we defined by our Sins?

Or is Sin defined by us?

The sweet burn that erases the pain,
The same sweet burn that takes your image away
Might just be the sweet burn that will **** the pain for good.

So I no longer have to hide behind my hood,
No longer punching my bare knuckles against the wood.

Because when we thought we found heaven;
I knew at the bottom of heaven was only hell.
Now this sweet burn is causing my liver to swell.
Thanks to this sweet burn I might finally ring the bell.

Drugs you should try it.
Buts drugs I am afraid to try.
The ones I'm told will block hurt,
are the same I am afraid will put me in the dirt.
Because these drugs I yearn to try
The drugs that should get me high;
are the same drugs that bring you back by.

Drugs I should try it.
Not sure when or why.
But these drugs I'm told to try
Are the same drugs that make me cry.
And these drugs I get told to try
will be the last drugs I use to fly
Drugs we should try it might the reason we're made to die.