Dead Years Old

When I was the youngest & I was just able to think, I felt dead.
When I was a little older, I learned more & I felt dead.
People grow up, we all grow up.
We grew older, and some fell under.
Life continued and so did we.
Got a little older, learned to hate life.
Got even a little older, learned to hate people.
What happens next? I can't honestly tell you.
However, the pattern I see must be clear too.
Will I be the same when I get older? I don't know.
Maybe I'll finally reach the age when I'm not dead years old.

Death On Top Of Death

Burning down the idea of truth.

To discover a piece of mind.

A true power undiscovered by mankind.

Follow me forever.

In this shadow of peace.

Dreams yet unseen haunt me.

I am losing my mind.

It's almost time for me to die.

And I feel like it's finally time.

I no longer fear death.

And you can die on my grave.