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The Ultimate Competition
This world is black or white
Mine is black, suffocating and tight
It's a war I don't wish to fight
Life's grip is slipping
The scale seems to be tipping
Death has the upper hand
My hour glass is running out of sand
Piece by piece it drops away
Preparing my grave; where I must stay
Death controls my destiny
While I control no man or sea
But there is away to defeat the reaper
To skip some steps and become my own keeper
Escalate my depression
Blame it on my lack of expression
My life was meant to end
Not because the lack of a friend
When my face meets the concrete
Know I'll be in the winners seat
Mine is black, suffocating and tight
It's a war I don't wish to fight
Life's grip is slipping
The scale seems to be tipping
Death has the upper hand
My hour glass is running out of sand
Piece by piece it drops away
Preparing my grave; where I must stay
Death controls my destiny
While I control no man or sea
But there is away to defeat the reaper
To skip some steps and become my own keeper
Escalate my depression
Blame it on my lack of expression
My life was meant to end
Not because the lack of a friend
When my face meets the concrete
Know I'll be in the winners seat
Published 3rd May 2013
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4th May 2013 5:25pm
The early part of this sounded hopeless, stark
By the end you showed a sliver of light, very nicely done
N remember this: people become what they think.
i.e...think negative, become negative...think positive, become positive :)
By the end you showed a sliver of light, very nicely done
N remember this: people become what they think.
i.e...think negative, become negative...think positive, become positive :)
4th May 2013 5:38pm
