This is actually just a giant paraphrase, but it's mine none the less!

One day
It's gonna hit me
Like a ton of bricks
I feeling so sick
My soul has passed me, that's it
I'm feeling like killing them all
But what's that solve?
I gonna end up dead in the morning
Why take the fall?
Inside, I be so mad that it hurts
Instead of walking
My friends are all gone, what's worse?
You know what's worst...
It's too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways leave me sickened and in a daze
Comatos', completely burned up
Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up
I'm about to blow up
In a rage, I need to talk nobody wants to listen
On the corner, murder mind state
Over load, load the quiver
Stress got the best, go suicide
Or pull some liquor
Another gravedigger gets paid
diggin up graves for senseless way
keep to ourself and stay payed
All of my friends can't die
I visit the sky
And remember this when up high
I never gonna lie
I got love for most people
dead or alive
It ain't worth it to cry over a memory...


Dedicated to the spiral of death that is Aetolia, and all that have spun
from the loop into permanence.
Cassia Ohmsford
condition, overload, load the wuiver

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ios, in the year 77 MA.