Sometimes i'm left pondering the afterlife. Is death a sentence? or a new beginning? Some say your beliefs play a pretty big role. But how will you know when you're about to pay the toll? It feels like i'm already dead. I know i shouldn't give up, but my mind won't give it a rest. **** it's such a mess. For my friends i really did only want the best. Maybe some souls just get lost on their paths, by beggars, liars and thieves making others plea. Plea for the things that should be a natural manifestation. I'm falling apart at the seams, so i guess i'll just stare at the constellations. In a place so full of beauty and wonder, how could i have let them dull me so? I guess i'll never know. So as i try to think of a way to get the twinkle back in my eyes, i'll try to cheer up and stop thinking of ways to die.