04-20-2018, 09:57 PM
life keeps pitching fatal blows
there’s no light at the end of their tunnel
what’s the point in getting back up again?
each day is a weary drag, bound to darkness
gloom clouds every direction
when does this tunnel end?
outside, people rush past, content and happy
inside, they can almost hear the laughter, the gladness
they can almost taste it, but the darkness whisks it away each time they almost touch it
why can’t they just be happy?
numbness swells through the tunnel and drowns everything in its path
empty souls fill the tunnel, void of everything but misery
life punches
darkness cleaves
numbness floods
death grins
he almost has them
every bone in their body is filled with desolation
death grasps them and whispers pretty lies in their ears
oh, how death is desirable!
relief, release from this prison!
oh, how simple, how easy it would be!
no more torment, no more problems to contend with
death would finally make them free!
will they accept his offer?
their mind is brimming with his soft suggestions, his lovely deceits
they trust him!
they want so deeply to trust him
they turn their eyes upward
death nods
they inhale deeply
one shot, and it will all be gone
one shot will solve everything
they shoot
they shoot out of this life
a star, a shooting star that died out far too quickly
finally free?
maybe.
but not the others.
when the others find out, think of their agony
the family. the friends. they are left shattered and broken.
death lied, of course.
maybe the one life is free, but now the others are shackled to sorrow
the others are left to muddle through what’s left
the others are left in the same state the one was in
slowly, they fall into the tunnel that held the one prison,
and it all begins again.
sorrow, despair, numbness, hurt
wearily crawling through each day, everything in shambles
available for death to murmur the same falsehoods to them
it’s a vicious cycle, a dreadful loop
death is a terrible and wonderful liar.
there’s no light at the end of their tunnel
what’s the point in getting back up again?
each day is a weary drag, bound to darkness
gloom clouds every direction
when does this tunnel end?
outside, people rush past, content and happy
inside, they can almost hear the laughter, the gladness
they can almost taste it, but the darkness whisks it away each time they almost touch it
why can’t they just be happy?
numbness swells through the tunnel and drowns everything in its path
empty souls fill the tunnel, void of everything but misery
life punches
darkness cleaves
numbness floods
death grins
he almost has them
every bone in their body is filled with desolation
death grasps them and whispers pretty lies in their ears
oh, how death is desirable!
relief, release from this prison!
oh, how simple, how easy it would be!
no more torment, no more problems to contend with
death would finally make them free!
will they accept his offer?
their mind is brimming with his soft suggestions, his lovely deceits
they trust him!
they want so deeply to trust him
they turn their eyes upward
death nods
they inhale deeply
one shot, and it will all be gone
one shot will solve everything
they shoot
they shoot out of this life
a star, a shooting star that died out far too quickly
finally free?
maybe.
but not the others.
when the others find out, think of their agony
the family. the friends. they are left shattered and broken.
death lied, of course.
maybe the one life is free, but now the others are shackled to sorrow
the others are left to muddle through what’s left
the others are left in the same state the one was in
slowly, they fall into the tunnel that held the one prison,
and it all begins again.
sorrow, despair, numbness, hurt
wearily crawling through each day, everything in shambles
available for death to murmur the same falsehoods to them
it’s a vicious cycle, a dreadful loop
death is a terrible and wonderful liar.