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I take a look up at the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer, red for the planner
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide and hunger,
everything is red.Im tired of begging for the things that I want.
Screaming until there's nothing left,
So sick of playing,
I don't wanna live anymore.The thought of you is out of one's mind.
I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
Imagine living like a king someday.
You're the lowest type,
If you over sleeped like a dog on the floor.You're such a pretty witty face,
And you turned into a pretty big waste of my time.
'Cause you take up all my time,
Trying to release all of the king's knight.Dying is a gift,
So close your eyes and rest in peace.
Trust me, there's a beauty in death.
Wanna try?Its your turn to rise-and-shine,
And see the bright mayhem.
Now, let's be a king for a day
And make them pay.---
Note:
Hi sushies! How are you? here's my new update for yaa!
I've been listening to rock music since last year, just for fun. I don't really pay attetion to the lyrics, as long as I enjoy the instrumental. But now, It became my motivation and my guide to write poems. Of course, Its not that easy to think a poem- Some of the lines are from the lyrics of the rock musics that I listen to. You should try it to!
[Credits to the owner of the pic! Thank you.]
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PoetryDo we have the ability to make whoopee through the path of agony?