Life is nothing but an endless cycle of sacrifice. You sacrifice everything that could be done and go for the next.

Death is nothing but an endless cycle of love. You love your family and then you die hopelessly and people love you even more.

Life and death are endless cycles of bliss. You live in a bliss state and you die to go somewhere blissful.

I was born sick,
And everyone knew it
All people are born sick
Destined to die
But not everyone knows it
The reason they knew of me was because of my eyes
Not the colour
But the depth of them
I was born with more knowing than normal
They said too much knowing
I said an old soul
Of the grave maker's sons and daughters

It tears me apart
Breaking my soul
Shattering my heart
Pounding my head

It will win me
Keeping my thoughts
Stealing my emotions
Draining my actions

It hates my dreams
Blocking my passions
Caging my joy
Ripping my body

It is my sorrow
Taking my breath
Killing my memories
Cutting my beauty

It must fail me
Burning my love
Icing my warmth
Blackening my angels

It rusts my bones
Dripping my weight
Spilling my blood
Silencing my screams

The night is dark
But the streets are light
Blazing like a million suns
Blinding like a summer smile

The rain is cold
But the city is warm
Breathing like a million lungs
Pumping like a summer heart

The pillow is rough
But the body is soft
Moving like a million wars
Rubbing like a summer shoe

The bed is wet
But the floor is dry
Vibrating like a million cars
Soothing like a summer hurt

The belly is hard
But the hand is limp
Waving like a million trees
Satisfying like a summer bleed

We are the kids
Who have ‘X’s are our eyes
And scars on our hearts
Who fall in love with people they hate

We are the kids
Who have revenge as our best friend
And wish away our dreams
Who look up at the night sky and see a better life

We are the kids
Who drink all the poison
And swallow the killer pills
Who hope they will find light in their darkness

We are the kids
Who have nightmares in day
And cry ourselves like demons
Who scream loud enough for aliens to hear

We are the kids
Who sleep like sharks
And bite our nails raw
Who break their doll bones over wolves

Losing hearts
Broken eyes

Scattered dreams
Forgotten loves

Piercing depths
Clawing demons

Weeping angels
Dying messages

Gnawing rats
Shattering inks

Missing roses
Falling dames

Singing sirens
Sleeping wishes

If I can’t wait to die
Then why not bring death to me

Well, what’s the point of dying
If you don’t try to live