Sometimes this life relates to death.
Intombing freedom cursed with bliss.
Sometimes this nightmare fades from dreams,
manifested kindeled sceames.
Sometims your purest thought is doomed,
sometimes frustration cures the whome.
Sometimes your heart finds love and peace,
sometimes that love is just disease.
Sometimes the shoulder found by your tears,
is just a scream you cannot hear.
Sometimes your friends seem giving share,
sometimes those friends had never cared.
Sometimes the saness asked by all,
wears a mask of jesting fall.
Sometimes the snakes play games and things,
sometimes they slither killing names.
Sometimes the fear that is itself,
drains the hope of days we've delt.
Sometimes the one's who make you feel good,
sometimes you feel so damned confused.
Sometimes these words I write are deep,
sometime it was till evil creeped.
Sometimes saddness creeps abroad,
sometimes consumed by nothing more.
Sometimes insaness was the key,
the halls of painted rooms obscene.
Sometimes you just don't understand,
sometimes so jelous fisting hand.
Sometimes it's just to hard to be,
to be so happy, to feel loves free.
Sometimes trust is broken needs,
sometimes are better when you bleed.
Sometimes I just can not explain,
the deepness of my doom, my pain.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm so alone,
I know that sometimes never come.