Dying Alive
By: Mosaic and Curious
From: Dynamic Poets Crew
C: What is it to die, to end it all without the reassurance of an afterlife,
What is it to live, to have a constant struggle between the pain and that knife,
M: Neither have a choice in which understanding lacks abundance,
but to the one emotionally separate needs no outer acceptance,
C:The ticking of the talk, is deaths clock on the wall,
Just counting down our days left, I want to end it all so my clock can take a breath,
M: Seconds wait for no minutes to be held in arms of a sainted hour,
So time ticks whether the life is encrypted with death or death lives like a coward,
C: They all think my misery if funny, they are all disappointed in me,
I want to see the sun you see, I want to kill myself to make me free,
M: But freedom is what you live for, a life that’s worth dying for,
How can peace come to those without forbearance for death from inner war,
C: Nobody is free, everybody is at war, why can’t you see, It’s only hell we’re fighting for,
How can I have tolerance for something I can’t understand, death and pain go hand in hand,
What is it to live, to have a constant struggle between the pain and that knife,
M: Neither have a choice in which understanding lacks abundance,
but to the one emotionally separate needs no outer acceptance,
C:The ticking of the talk, is deaths clock on the wall,
Just counting down our days left, I want to end it all so my clock can take a breath,
M: Seconds wait for no minutes to be held in arms of a sainted hour,
So time ticks whether the life is encrypted with death or death lives like a coward,
C: They all think my misery if funny, they are all disappointed in me,
I want to see the sun you see, I want to kill myself to make me free,
M: But freedom is what you live for, a life that’s worth dying for,
How can peace come to those without forbearance for death from inner war,
C: Nobody is free, everybody is at war, why can’t you see, It’s only hell we’re fighting for,
How can I have tolerance for something I can’t understand, death and pain go hand in hand,
M: Don't stand to pretend any issues you indulge come larger then what's perceived,
Because what is received makes neither death nor self peace a conclusion to what is grieved,
C: The wicked man is the one taking a stand to perfect the hell on this wicked earth,
Dying isn’t what is grieved, it's simply living, because we have suffered since birth,
Dying isn’t what is grieved, it's simply living, because we have suffered since birth,
M: But suffering is only a state of mind, the pain is psychologically obtained,
Yes we have stained the game of happiness with crime, but only desire to do so will allow it to change,
C: Do you know what it is like to weep the tears of a thousand rivers,
to feel the loneliness of a thousand moons?
Do you know what its like to sit down with death and have a conversation every day at noon?
Do you know what its like to sit down with death and have a conversation every day at noon?
M: To the understanding of my well being death is no concern.
C: Then how could you relate to the pain I felt,
To the agony inside my mind that hasn’t yet turned to scars.
To the sadness I have been constricted by in everyday life,
To the sadness I have been constricted by in everyday life,
that I receive from every evident being, from the clouds to the stars.
M: It's the cave you have brought forth upon yourself with the gaze of peace to bright, you stray away,
For if it not the inconceivable blinding to reason a chance to acquaint yourself would be today,
If you are not living a life worth dying for your life is not worth living for,
Awaken friend... see the beauty bestowed by divine intricacy outside your inner war.
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