Wednesday, December 09, 2015

All the Thunders in the Storm

I will not stand you being here.

I will not accept you here.

I will not let you live here.

I will give you no time.

I will give you no peace.

I will not let you kill me, and I will not let you rest.

I will make you grumble.

I will make you crumble.

I will make you die. 

No matter how long it takes.

I will kill each of you.

I will make you starve.

I will make you starve.

I will make you starve.

For this life is mine. 

It belongs to me since the day I was born.

This life is mine.

Though it was stolen and taken and tortured.

This life is mine.

Though you tried to take it away from me so many times.

This life is mine.

Though I tried to take it away from myself so many times.

This life is mine.

Though sometimes I wished it wasn't.

This life is mine.

Though sometimes I'm not thankful for it.

This life is mine.

Though I know I have to accept it.

This life is mine.

This is probably the only time I'll have it.

This life is mine.

Though the days go cloudy as a second goes by.

This life is mine.

Though hell is coming up sometimes.

This life is mine.

Though heaven's close enough to touch.

This life is mine.

Though sometimes it's grey and has no feeling.

This life is mine.

For I'll take it and give it meaning.

This life is mine.

It owes me a living.

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