The fee of death is so much more
It like a war with my mind
and I don't think I'll win...
all because is hard to find the kind ones now
I don't know how I break through but I do anyhow...
Why is there a fee for death? Many ask this...
I say its all because of the shortness of breath and how your hair is a mess as you press a hand on your slowing heart...
Its almost like art, as you get torn apart by your own mind...
All because the fee of death is a sharp knife to the soul and mind
But the only twist is...
The knife is the words that come out of your mouth when you don't think...