Muzikal Dream

Questions On Life

Looking through eyes/

To find out the true disguise/

Some people like to change/

When they're with a different age range/

Like their whole personality was grazed/

By a nine inch bullet that penetrated their brain/

And caused them to act weird like Batman to Bruce Wayne/

But lately I've been questioning Life in the same way/

Seems like it's the same shit everyday/

You kill then come back with a smile on your face/

While I sit here with a shattered heart/

A dry set of eyes/

And a pair of cheeks that swelled up in size/

It's hard to tell you apart/

From oxygen/

Seems like you have the same characteristics as sour patch kids mixed with honey/

Cause every time I look at my situation I be wanting to laugh like it's funny/

Until you escape my body/

If you get it you would understand that I most dearly need you when you leave/

Or maybe I just take you for granted and I just won't accept that I'm supposed to grieve/

But Death is a second bitch that I meet frequently/

On the corner where shots get thrown and kids see a dark realm too early/

For eternity/

A casket that drops at 9 AM in the morning is haunting me/

Coupled with the fact that she was fourteen/

Shot in the head as he came inside her the creation of a unwanted scene/

Yellow tape the bullet to make it look mean/

The scars on her mother's brain cell's walls reminds her of the nightmare every second/

As the law investigate the murder the little girl's family is bound to be mentioned/

Those news reporters create tension/

Whenever they explain "there's been a victim found dead in the street with a knife in her bladder" with no emotion/

Got me thinking when will Death call my number and how gruesome will it be/

Just contemplating on the possible possibilities/

Has my eyes watering but I can never cry for some odd reason B/

Thoughts like these chatter/

As I wonder if I die today how much of a human being would I matter/

So I wonder if society created this thing called life/

Or if it's something I'm dreaming of and I just haven't woken up from the catastrophe of plastic pocket knife