Moonsamap

This world has given me no other option but to be me
And as much as I hate it, I must thank it all

For one can truly find happiness in the dirt between there fingers
Knowing fully that heaven and hell lingers
And the only thing splitting the two
Is everything we have ever knew

There is no bad, no good
Just tasteless, or too salty food
And every tongue tastes different from the last
And yes I have tasted a few at best

Can you stand in front of a mirror and see past yourself
Like a vampire cursed with life
Or are you blind, chained to your inner strife

Smell the air, its one more closer to the last
And there is no guarantee, of ever coming back