Treasure Island

Death Walking


Death


People try to push me
To a future that I dont want
They tell me drugs are good
Pain is pretty Death is normal

I tell them that they must
Stop speaking lies to me
Becuase if they don't I will be forced
To give them that which they so long for

That which they long for
Is just a way out
A way out of this hell called life
And the only way out is Death

Many say Death is fun
The best roller coaster at the fair
I say Death is not the best ride at the fair
Death is the boring and terrible ride back home

So i will give them that ride
And they won't like it at all
Because i will drag them out
As they kick and they scream

Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010

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