As you turned on the wrong track
I couldn't see!
As you turned away your back
I watched you flee!
No words or gestures to explain
Just embarqued to a life of pain
In that accursed final train
There was nothing for your gain

On the longest voyage of your life
Through constant fear of all the strife
Yet you managed to stay alive
While poking sticks at the closest hive
You mistake your friends for foes
And are addicted from head to toes

Chorus:
The light slowly fades as you slip away
The feeling I get, it seems like decay
And no matter how much I delay
How much words I can say
I can't make you stay
For a last night or day

Yet you keep torturing your flesh
With pills and needles for a lash
You're in for an ugly final crash
You'll be buried among the trash

In a place where all the wicked tread
That's the ******* you chose to head
On your path to a grave unknown
Without flowers, coffin or tomb stone

Chorus

[Repeat]
Cleanse your soul!
Cleanse your ******* soul!
Cleanse yourself of ****!


*A Grave Unknown by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

this is what you call life
wasting minutes in front of a mirror
to make sure the fresh ink on your eyes isn't smudged
and the time melts away as you search
for your second skin in your closet

showing up an hour late
to a street you've never been
to a house at fire capacity
to grind to music you hate
with people you've never called your friends

wiping a spot of powder from your upper lip
as you get thrown from the bathroom filled
with moth girls only attracted to the
harsh light above their reflections

pouring ***** down your throat
as a chaser to someone else's prescription

stumbling into the cool air
with a warm body pressed up next to you
and huddling together in the back of a cab
with their mouth on your neck

waking up to the frost blue light
in a strangers bed
and choking back a sob
with only the memory of perfecting that
black line on your eyelid

writing a note to apologize
for the mascara smear on the pillow case
as you try to find your second skin

this is what you call life
but are you really living