What is the pain we enflict on each other
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the love that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned more than excepted?
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the love that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned more than excepted?
I sit in the darkness as I stare up at the moon above me. I hear your voice and know I will be okay. Even if you are dead and gone you are always with me. When I cry you are with me. When I laugh you are with me. When I dream you are with me. When I can't find you I get scared. But moments later you there to hold my hand. Only I can see you. Your body may not be here but your spirit is with me. It feels as if you have never gone. Now I feel much better because I know now you can never be taken away from me again. I may die someday but don't worry because you are with me.
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I love you"
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I love you"
Your words may stay trapped
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as you simmer and cook.
You give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
you will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
You are trapped,
you are your own
enemy; your own life
you have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now you may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as you simmer and cook.
You give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
you will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
You are trapped,
you are your own
enemy; your own life
you have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now you may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.