Live for yourself, Nothing Else will.

I woke up one morning,

My games still on,

with my head cut off and my arms gone.

A constant reminder of the feelings dwelling in my sleep,

How can I sit up all day,

Excited to play this game,

Just to die every night,

In the same way. 

I can hear the voices speaking,

"Ella, take yourself back, your weeping!"

How can you take a life back,

In which you never had?

Money drives you to success,

Something that you never had.

"No piercings, no work"

Deny the creativity,

and consume the lies.

Creativing caos out of peace,

is the new array of light for our destiny to be deceased.