Note: It has become rare that I just up and post some poem off the top, but I guess it has been well over due so here it is.

 

Does one has to cease breathin to really die?

Can you walk this earth and be dead inside

No drug or addiction, just blankness you can't hide

Have you ever seen or felt this?

Where everything you try and do fail

Until into your hands you exhale

No eating or drinking skin turning pale

Just here

Nothing in the world for you to fear

You have felt the depths of hell

The burning of the lava

You live just to fail

Sending praises to the father

And you haven't received any passes

You still believe in God, but feels he enjoys your life channel

Your atlas and the planet got to heavy

Most of us can understand you

You yeall when you ready

But no one hears you

Creed said "Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down"