Beauty does not make a Masterpiece
Drum of a heart
Beat me to death
(Life is an art)
I’ve got so many
(Physical flaws)
I’m suffocated
(By all the laws)
Crushed & ruined
I’m empty inside
I’ve got no secrets
(Nothing to hide)
A common fact:
That in the end
We’ll all be dead
(Enemy or friend)
Painted in black,
Nothing’s clear
My life’s abstract
(Emotions are fear)
Nothing’s sacred
(Not even my life)
The blade is dull
(An unusable knife)
No longer afraid
Nothing hurts me
I’m already dead
(Metaphorically)
Swayed by doubt
Hit by boulders
(Stones are passé)
On my shoulders
(No weight at all)
My funeral anthem
(Written yesterday)
Can’t change them
(And there’s really
No reason to try)
I’ll be living till
The day I finally die.
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