Good times
Float away too soon...
My arms are tight
My legs are tense...
Once too many people
told me to let go...
God has sent me here to destroy all living things.
He doesn't love u or me...
Always nice to other people
Never speaking up...
I sit here,
dark and stormy...
Darkened days with unfilled glory lonely
nights with my mess of worries...
A burden of death has written my fortune
Tyranny overcame blessings...
I am nothing but a whisper
Just passing softly through...
I'd lie.
Seldom do you hear the words of the dead...
Scream it loud
Make a sound...
She sits on her bed, tries to shut it out,
But they won't go away, they won't stop the shout...