Where Dead Men Die Poem by Unic Cjonr

Similiar distractions for affection, is it mere, a reaction - I progress not by the gain, but the depht by which i fall - What makes sense to you, is untouched by me - What you seek i destroy, i can do that in one blow - I random thoughts that is excepted by words - I number everything thats bought, even my lies - The wall i build for all my sins in hell, is flying sky high - That does not expell my heart from pain, nor touch me insane - Words of the wisdom, never paints perfect - The only truth i cry, is where dead men die