Death cant touch this
My state of insecure bliss
Is by death grazed
Why is it my eyes arent glazed
Over with the look in my eyes of death
With every breath
I intake
These fake
Friends around me
you see
tryin to harm me please
i cant be taken
droppin to my knees
to pray im not forsaken
I stroll on but not with ease
Even if i lay down bleedin i breathe
pray one day to relax and relieve
my pain
i conclude
what would i gain
if into deaths sanctuary i intrude....
