Shut the windows
Close the curtains
Do it gently
But do it quickly
.
Latch the gate
Lock the door
Here comes the siren
Now hush, be silent
.
Time you’ve got
Freedom you do not
In the darkest deep
Waiting for eternal sleep
If life is full of shit,
Then why do I not smell it?
And if life is filled with fragrance,
Then why can’t I dance the trance?
I hear there’s a purpose in life.
Should I then invest in this strife?
Skeptics will claim that this is a lie.
Simply because, all of us die.
Then tell me! What’s there to live?
Show me! I beseech answer, you give!
O me! O Life! Such question of life!
Never answered, like a soul by the knife.
