Dead, Alive, What's the difference?
by Kandie
upon the lips of your one true love happiness and joy are just that way until disaster strikes again and again and again and your love is quickly and swiftly destroyed never to be seen again and as you lay on the bed, the pills in your hand you wake up and begin again broken down with the same heart broken before endlessly bleeding and tears red as the blood draining from the heart until you awake no more to begin again because there's no point in sight and we die slowly, the poison of life destroying us faces mocking, in our daily struggle |