I don't believe ones soul can find peace
when ones soul dwells in the realm of sorrow
I don't believe ones mind can find ease
when ones mind can't believe in a better tomorrow
I don't believe ones heart can find love
when ones heart burries itself in hate
I don't believe one person can live in bliss
if one person is unable to have a little faith

I believe our fear of death is to not ever live again
a breath is not a life and our excistance already reached the end
from our first breath most of us were already dead
we never allowed ourselves to live life to its full extent

Most of us already dwell amongst the dead
we taste the bitterness of life
smell the world of old and rotten
and feel only saddness and pain
amidst everything thats forgotten

(undone)