What is hell. Is there really any difference between hell and the earth.. This world is already distorted. People are stepping on one another to get to what they want and being selfish and inconsiderate. People make mistakes, but are these mistakes really mistakes or just a standard set by the so called 'intelligent' human where we set rules to restrict ourselves to the extend. At the end of the day, what is really right? and what is really wrong?
Suicide being deemed as a sin, people commiting suicide are being deemed as coward. Yes, things are easier to be settle in this way... Even though we would be said to be corward.. But so what? Words are as powerful as a sword. But once dead, nothing stays. People forgets. If i die, how long would 'friends' remember me? 10years? or lesser? Family? Times would heal the wounds...
Maybe dying is a better option for me...
Why is everyone so different.
Why is there comparison between people.
Why is there like and hate.
Why is there good and bad.
Is someone on the other side of the world thinking the same thing as me. That i would rather live in a world without feelings. At least, there would be no anger, no sadness, no bitterness and if we don't know what are these, then would happiness by then, really matter to us?
Eternal inferno... but is that already buried within us in another form called 'feelings'?
Human live for the sake of dying. Memories stay.. Is that true? Eventually one day, no one remembers anything.
Would the end of the world marks a better beginning?
Beginning to the so-called perfect world, and perfect human spirit....
Life Is A Prison
by Puff
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.
Suicide being deemed as a sin, people commiting suicide are being deemed as coward. Yes, things are easier to be settle in this way... Even though we would be said to be corward.. But so what? Words are as powerful as a sword. But once dead, nothing stays. People forgets. If i die, how long would 'friends' remember me? 10years? or lesser? Family? Times would heal the wounds...
Maybe dying is a better option for me...
Why is everyone so different.
Why is there comparison between people.
Why is there like and hate.
Why is there good and bad.
Is someone on the other side of the world thinking the same thing as me. That i would rather live in a world without feelings. At least, there would be no anger, no sadness, no bitterness and if we don't know what are these, then would happiness by then, really matter to us?
Eternal inferno... but is that already buried within us in another form called 'feelings'?
Human live for the sake of dying. Memories stay.. Is that true? Eventually one day, no one remembers anything.
Would the end of the world marks a better beginning?
Beginning to the so-called perfect world, and perfect human spirit....
Life Is A Prison
by Puff
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.
