gasping for air, hoping to breathe
a monument of something that never dies
crumbles to dust under the weight of its own lies
and a heart beats, out of sheer compulsion and fright
some poor little child is still afraid of the night
and he questions his own strength
and determination
where is hope
when all i find is distraction
and all there is to life
there also in death
so on what basis do we decide
to go through life, as means or mode
in hope to reach a better abode
life or death, all a man wants is a day when he doesnt have to hide
ed lithium
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