You see a blue ocean full of life,
I see a shark ready to eat me.
You see a simple kitchen knife,
I see a weapon at a crime scene.
You see a scared child,
I see myself in the mirror.
You watch as your future goes wild,
I watch as lies become clearer.
You see a simple fire place,
I see a house in flames.
May all your dead rest in peace,
I can't remember half of mine's names.
A pessmistic tale this is indeed,
And of coarse it must come to an end.
Just look at the brighter things,
And you wont end up like me,
Scared of living out of fear of death.
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