Is it hidden in the stars
The day my brain explodes into a thousand parts
Scattering my consciousness into space
As its never eternal resting place
Or will it be sent down to hell
Ring the horrors that pastors would tell
Of a death of permanent suffering and shame
Where the only comfort is reminiscing of what life became
Time thinking could be time spent living
Every word is a hand on life\'s clock, ticking
People limp through tragedy without making life a story
Death is only for heroes with all the glory