It's the valley of the shadow of death
and as I walk its most dangerous path
I prepare my lungs for their final breath
This I believe, an escape from life's wrath.
woe is me, woe is me, city of dis
I fear not, for at least there I may live
I believe neither heaven nor hell, truly exist
but if they do, let my soul be a shiv.
In death; I am my own destiny
In this life; I feel only a prison
Can this truly be it, life's prodigy
gone in the wind; madness murdered its kin
Let fate be my judge, this is it I quit
I've been persistent; a tunnel not lit
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