There is something i'd like to say.
Words that I mean, I know no other way.

Suddenly it struck me:
To life, strangely, death is easy.
There is no ****** escape.
God made a mistake.

Me? I live through my memories.
That way I can take a thousand eternities.
Sometimes sad, sometimes mad,
But never in sorrow.
For I know there's no tomorrow,
But at least I'll be fulfilled.
And the rest of you?
Are you ready to be just a grave in a field.