We are going to die
In the upcoming years,
So why do we have so many fears?
Drowning, noises of pounding.
Fear of the dark
Or the sound of a dogs bark.
What is the meaning,
For all this screaming?
Soon we will be gone,
And we'll look at the picture we've drawn.
What is up with all the white?
It represents our fright.
What is a life worth living?
When all we were doing, was giving,
Giving in to all our fears,
Wasting our precious years.
It IS as bad as you THINK.
It is?!?
ReplyDeleteFreak.
Love the last line. Love the picture. Love the title. Don't like the rhyming. Love the reasoning (we're going to die, so why be scared?). Oh, and I love the paint background.
(am I overusing the word LOVE?)
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ReplyDelete"Wasting our precious years." stole it.
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