Monday, August 4, 2008


If ignorance is bliss,
My gift to you is this.
This life won't be missed.
But life does persist.

Blackness fills the air,
A long life is rare.
You can choose not to care,
Think nothing of despair.

One day death appears,
And it feels so clear.
When death is near,
There is no more here.

My gift from me to you,
Will pull you through.

Come inside to the other side.

Please come out to play,
The reason for my pain.
We jumped and played,
Pretended fortune and fame.

Fearing no man,
Fearing no land.
We had a plan,
and took a stand.

I won't get teary eyed.
I won't let you get the best of me.