To Die or Not to Die
To die or not to die, that is the question:
whether 'tis wise in the mind to stay.
The poundings and thoughts or extreme outcome or
to put shields against trajedies and deny them.
To die, to live -- no more --
by going it would end the heartache and painful shots the mind dreaded
'Tis the decisions and fortunes
To die -- to live -- to die
to pose the pain for mishap to come.
Many of all deal with tragedy.
Cannot catch a break.
There's the freedom that makes it seem endless;
for none to care the pain moves on
The subconcious is incomplete while consious is keeping you here.
The hopes of everything going right. The time stops.
The innocence of thought without you, and the wrong in action
--LML
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