As I dance meeting the edge of morality,
My life my love is driven to insanity,
No life no death heh it's all the same to me,
Afterall no one from the dead came back and said hi to me,
There's no life after death oh really is that a fact to believe,
Cause last time I checked it was your not dying from versectermy,
You're not looking at blood coming from the right and left of me,
I'm dying wait I don't know what that means,
Will someone come back and telle what it feels like please,
I look at present past future like fan fiction,
Cause we're living in a dream not in English doing diction,
Or are we at home washing the dishes,
Or am I just alone waiting to be found in a ditch,
Maybe I'm climbing up a chromatic scale looking for pitch,
Maybe I'll choke them out to their very last breath,
Maybe look in their eyes as they beg me for death,
And I'll say no no we don't die,
You'll be back and I'm waiting so please stay alive,
How do we all find out our past,
There's no time machine to say we're off in a blast,
Don't disprove the fast look into the future,
Cause the past won't do a single thing to ya,
I'm dancing on the edge of morality,
Counting the dead bodies drowning in casualties,
But death is really causal to me,
Here have my eyes take a peek see what I can see.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
