• Strange Life

    There will be no fairy tale my dear
    It's just made up inside your mind
    A creation you can see and hear
    But all of this are not well o' bind

    Life is strange; out of the blue
    Eventually things will change without a cue
    Death is majestic; sure it is fear
    But isn't it egoistic? Only if it's sheer

    Can you think of it all the way?
    Because anything has a path
    Maybe this will take it away
    Or maybe this will suffer us a lot

    Whispering scream inside our soul
    Tormented yet pure of flaw
    Just a normal day so another week
    Then a new month, just seemingly repeat

    Go on a year will came
    'Till today I manage to be sane
    I'm worthless though valuable
    No, I'm hopeless but I can still able

    Darkness are here; then lights are lost
    It overwhelms; it became my host
    All was nothing I clutch to fight
    Then I stop; Hope just lost its light

    Here I say "I've change so much
    But here I am strongly clutch"
    Oh, why did I become ol' thyself be
    I shouldn't have and conscience don't agree

    Little do I know thy will come to hear
    Many didn't know I kept shifting gear
    I Walk too far, came to close, climb too high
    Now I am down,  now I am lose,  fault all mine

    Bumpy road I chose the path from
    All the end will lead me home
    Guess I take ahead journey to it
    Came to be I'm being hit

    Just a tiring life I am in
    Mere enjoyment cannot fulfill
    Oh, relax but it cannot be undone
    Wait when came to rest; mind will never outrun

    Lesser ,lesser, lesser faith; then all is gone
    I thought to myself  "where would I have begun?'
    Yet these thoughts are over; why I seems so lower?
    Maybe it came all for me for I continue to sober

    I hate it, I hate myself all things are made up
    Just created a big lonely gap
    Now be myself again; Wish I'll be back
    But I'm currently stuck; help is I mostly lack

    Silence was great for me
    Through mist I will see
    Clear thoughts sure will create
    Impossibilities completely be bested

    Now all of this are my actual thought
    Be gentle and everything in here will sought
    Through mind from the bottom heart
    This is where all things will start

    -CrisSon
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