another empty day ....i m 22 today
isolated and alone i decay
should i end it all
or wait till HIS call.
what if i do nothing
secured by HIS string
i may decline into middle age
and further into old age.
we are prisoners of our fate waiting in our cell
each soul sours for glory, each soul descends to hell
so why live in this prison when the doors are open
the pale cold hands of death are open.
i m high up in the bell tower
Listening to the choir
my black overcoat floats in the breeze
i sense a fever of a possessed mind, a lingering disease
I breathe my last breath, as I soar into the air
dizzy with excitement i say my last prayer
The blood oozes out into a red pool of death
ah! a moment mixed with blood, pain, pleasure and music.
sometimes death is a glorious affair....
