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Faded Shade Of Life
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Marcus Brown Masquerading under false intentions,
another person, another lie.
A talking body, just useless assumptions.
I can't believe how I buried myself alive.
Yet, no one cares about my depravaton.
No one cares about how much I've strived,
or how I beg and plead to any God who'll listen.
The world is a statistic. A stop watch.
We only have so much time..
to strike the proverbial match,
before it dies like the rest of mankind.
Destined to never find the escape hatch,
we scatter like ants until we can shine.
Although we only technically shine when we're dead.
When you're gone forever is when your missed.
Until then, your used and left to bled.
We're just a number on an expanding list,
that's too large with no answer to stop this mess.
We're running in circles biting our own tails,
repeating our never ending cycle of existance.
Climbing a mountain we can never prevail,
I cry for an angel that'll never give me assistance.
As I've proven I'm destined to fail,
no matter how hard I try, it's just useless resistance.
We try to stay alive as long as we can,
but are we even alive to begin with?
We all judge our fellow man,
but we're all dark and un-lit.
Nieve of other people's actual plans,
we give in to there poison before we've even bit.
The only reason dying is controversial,
is because we fear what we don't know.
