Why live?
Why die?
Why smile?
Why cry?
The constant, constant chaos,
Runs through my veins.
So black, rotten and empty,
Sending torture to my brain.
But would death be better?
An eternity of empty nothing.
But at least the dead don\'t fear,
They just fill the earth like turkey stuffing.
No longer them selves just a story in the paper,
A few sad words and
Gone. How will they remember me?
Will it be with honour, or will good thoughts flee
When they mention me? Maybe they\'ll be in disagree.
Of weather I were a villain or hazardous debris,
In life\'s empty rotting flow of time
Is now my turn to shine?