What is your epiphany?
Did you realize your dreams were all clichèd?
Did you realize they wer the same as any one persons?
did you realize that you were not unique?
what was your motif?
is that your point of view, the love inside of you?
did you have a vicious plot to get the one you loved inside your heart?
your life is like a pathos, the tender feeling you find in a piece of liturature...
You use laugher as a weapon, its your lifes curse
the play the show without even a rehearse
tomorrow is today in a black leathered hearse
you have become so cold that no one can warm up to you
nobody feels empathy nor sympathy for you
death is upon you now
the antagonist; death is waiting at your door
waiting for you to overdose and fall to the floor
No Mercy, no shame
the one with the matches wins the game