Is It?
By Simonic
Is it at that point? When words become lies Mixed with wretched deceit Love no longer sought Is it within death? That gives one freedom Or within the knowledge Of knowing your impending failure Is it correct to give? Everything to one person Only to have it stabbed Into it’s source Is it correct to have a heart? When you know it will soon fade As it slowly bleeds Draining your life and sanity Is it right to die for a girl? To wither from within Turning black as the darkest night Spawning demons of hatred within Is it to die? When you lose hope In what could have never been As lies had always flowed Is it to live? When you had followed lies Only to be beguiled To your grave Is it? No, for she was your death Death that tasted so sweet Yet, her lure, irresistible Is it this death That she has become The utter ugliness of death With all it’s ambitions ending the same Written July 26th, 2001 © on Sep 13 2001 09:17 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Is it at that point?..."