Death.
Does it turn you on?
Does it light your fire?
Does it make you burn?
Not an end,
merely a beginning.
Some things we know,
we really don't.
People don't know whether to **** or kill.
Golden sweet rituals falling one by one to the end of time.
Beginnings are ends,
toward the perception of fate.
Anything is possible
as long as we try to make it become.
We see things that aren't really there,
more shadows that cloud our minds.
How do we get through our times
without love,
hate,
anger,
lust,
pure raw emotions?
Tell me once again that your life is similar to others.
Why can't it be different?
Why can't you change the way it goes?
Do you not control your life,
destiny..fate?
Morals flowing away like your life.
Nothing you can do,
nothing you know to do,
nothing you want to do.
Insanity could be the key to your higher power,
maybe.
Is it in you?
Is it?
Is ****** in your gut?
Is it in your soul?
Others are born with it.
Why not all?
Because, that's what makes us different.
Nothing like a human wearing their soul on their face.
Show them all your soul.
Show them you are different.
Do something different.
Nothing can be,
only can be what you make it.
How many people own their lives?
How many people know that their really alive?
Why aren't you standing?
Why aren't you raising your hand?
Where is your spirit?
Where is your soul?