In My Time Of Dying

Melancholic

In my time of dying, no one will mourn,

i will leave no traces, you will all be smiling.

vision's impaired, strength weakened,

thoughts dumbed, reflexes slowed,

hearing's blunt, sleep deficient.

volcabulary deteriorate, judgement diminished.

I may be dying, i don't wanna die.

but no matter what i do, how hard i try.

i'm never enough in my own two eyes.

we bathe just to get dirty again,

we be happy just to be sad eventually,

we eat just to be hungry,

we jump just so we could land,

we grow old so that we could want to feel young again,

we speak just to not be heard,

we befriend just to make enemies,

we trust just to get stabbed in the back,

you fall in love, we fall in love,

just to eventually fail in it and finally understand,

that we dont at all know love;

like an equation that you can never solve.

did i break you? owh wait, you broke me.

or was i already broken in the first place?

i AM deserate for a girlfriend,

desperate to finally understand.

WHERE THE FUCK DO I STAND?!

throw me a freaking bone here, and give me a hand.

please?

present dark, future darker,

blabber blabber blabber blabber,

chicken backside, cow weiner...

if that's how u spell weiner...

i'm stuck,

bye

ant-clusion : fuck this, wtf is ant-clusion to anyone anyways?