Chilling breeze that blows through the air
painful as it may seem
its the only comfort you shall ever have
while you look to the heavens and scream
to think the world has your back
is a common misconception we live with
nothing can stop us from being consumed by our lies
as we sell our souls to the devil bit by bit
the truth may hurt as u may have known
but its the only way to get on with your life
life's deadly grip upon your throat
it just castes a shadow over your eyes
like the dunes of the desert
your problems arise
its at your weakest moment, with death at hand
the aid that you seek will arrive from the sky
life is a journey
yet death is not the end
if only we knew what was waiting for us
just after the next bend