INFECTED IN THE SPVTLIGHT
DYING FROM WITHIN, LIFE SEEMS TO END SOON, ATTENTION IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT AT THIS MOMENT, WHEN EVERY NIGHT SEEMS LIKE THE LAST AND YOU SEE THE MOON RISE IS ILLNESS A SIGN OF EXTRAORDINARY? ADMIRE THOSE WHO SUFFER AGAINST THE BACKGROUND OF HIS LOVED ONES WHO MOURN, This is mockery if not mental violence, They need rest for recovery and silence, He will feel like a patient, HE DOES NOT NEED THIS ATTENTION AND A BUNCH OF FACES 'ROUND, His soul will soon either be lost or rot with a body in the ground, I lean more towards the second, This is what I think, IT'S NOT FOR ME TO JUDGE WHAT PEOPLE WHO ARE NEAR DEATH WANT I just want to make their last days calm, But I'm sure you'll turn a deaf ear to my words, am I talking to the wall? Stop botherin' them all, They deserve to rest before they fall...
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