• what is this
    right here in my face
    the world
    could it be
    a lie

    to find everyone has something bad
    but only to find that people only find good in people
    i point out the bad i see in people
    yet they hate me for that
    i try to help them improve themselves

    people mostly see good
    why
    why must there be so much to worry for
    can i not help this world

    the world
    an illusion perhaps
    not ment to be
    a mistake maybe

    only made for God's enjoyment
    to whatch his people suffer
    to whatch them running in fear
    to see them die

    for as i see every last body fall to the floor
    as i see them all die off
    i am still here
    have i done something wrong to have such a punishment
    can i not die

    as i have had many dangerous attempts
    i still stand here in the world
    still alive
    while others try what i did and die

    so as the last body drops
    and i still stand
    i take that knife and stab it in my heart

    the very last body
    the lonely one
    a pool of
    bright red blood
    surrounds the body
    and the last words to be spoken

    why did you give me this life God?