I feel, therefore i am.
I am, yet i am not.
Teardrops falling, skies 43% burnt,
Absolution and yet nothingness.
Try to die again,
Never succeeding...
Hard coming words, no oxygene left
For my mind to breathe,
I feel kind of lost
Between my inner and outer walls...
Eat me raw, my friend,
I am rotting meat, diseased,
Unhealthy to let live,
Maybe this way I'll be allright.
My four legs are shivering,
It's a cold winter day,
I hear the knife being sharpened...
Eat me fried, my master,
What kind of brother am I
For you?
I cannot even say i love you...
I see you coming,
Crime shines in your eyes,
I can't help crying
And you say, finally:
"STOP QUEEKING YOU PIG!"
...And that's how i died again...