I Write Poetry

~The Golden Age Of Suicide~

All the depression and sadness roams through the Earth like a car in a crash! The devil himself or God's witness is all who'll see, it's a sad little world, that's full of hate yet, that's what we like. It's a sad little world, filled with great-bits of, a piece of love in a bite.

We're the lovers of the peace and we are here to lie! The other deniers who cannot see your true beauty that's really inside. We cry in our dreams and we hope the best. We wish sorrow to others who always lose last...

...the children of poor, the children of rich, any where you go! We are the freaks, we are the monsters inside of our little show. It's shameful how people think thy can handle a true hang from the neck, but the truth is that we can never see what'll happen when we cry out, "what's next?"

We're the lovers of the peace and we are here to lie! The other deniers who cannot see your true beauty that's really inside. We cry in our dreams and we hope for the best. We wish sorrow to others who always lose last...