Give Me Death Or Let Me Fly

Give Me Death Or Let Me Fly Either let me fly, or give me death. Let my soul rest, take my breath. If I don't fly, I gonna die anyway, If I try to live on, I'll be gone any day.

Hold me down, wanna know me now? Didn't want to play with me, Wanted to show me how. I've come so far, Because it's all about the bark. Let the dog loose, it's about to spark. Light up the night, like the 4th of July. Better know, when I let go, all of them die. And you don't know, you're slow like a sycamore. If you move, trying to go a bit redundant, You tend to blow. I soak up all the pain, Wash my sadness, accepting it in silence. When I let go, it's violence.

Leave the dog barking up the tree For the evil cat covered in the fog, But all your fears telling you to run, chasing, Hovering, the bat flapping. I'm blind, But I can see the pleas. Don't hear me? Don't deny trying to see. Stop being greedy, you heard what I said. Let me go, let life's river flow all over the bed. Either let me fly, or give me death.

I sold my soul to the devil, a worthless soul, So the price was unbelievably cheap. Fire controls, but I feel so cold. On this level, no man can live twice. I'm deep in the depths, I've paid the price. But you don't hear me, ignorance is bliss. Sometimes it's better to be thought dumb. Trapped in a world not real, the deal
I made a foolish mystery. How is it I can live among the dead, Making my own history?

If you don't see it, then it wasn't meant For you to see it, can't understand if You weren't born within it. Darkness wants the soul from you
So you could never comprehend it The suffocating darkness blinding all you see You can't blame me for not wanting to be A hound relentlessly stuck on scent, Chasing misery hunting for the lockdown, Throw away the key leave me to rot in a cell. Feeding on all of the souls like a famished child, Filled with shame and disgust, but a sorrowful Penitence for regretfully enjoying the swell. Don't forget I've been locked away in this hell.

Strangled by my own demons, A mathematical and tumultuous ownership, Stepping to the devil, snatching The exact existence I kept. Hidden in the key, I tell myself, It can't be worse than the congruous Consequences of my curse, eternity Was forcibly taken from me. Hard to strive to breathe And live life freely, The more voices that I hear Quietly that's taken away from me Vanishing in a intsant with just one whisper.

There's a stark difference between Fear we all feel, wave goodbye I'm gone, Doing wrong and being wrong feels natural. Watching my internalized and my external fights, Keep it fair, doubts but it alway goes there, Put me in the air with the shattered Containers burried deep in the graves Of the ground taking form Of all my deepest and dangerous fears .

Either let me fly, or give me death. Let my soul rest, take my breath. If I don't fly, I gonna die anyway, If I try to live on, I'll be gone any day.

Efficiently hunting happiness, regardless, I'm an artist of death until I'm trapped. Got to continue, or my soul and memory Ripped, so I have to hit the hardest, Whether I scrap my soul, gain my heart. Give me death. No one has been my friend. I see it in your eyes, you contemplate. You wait for that bend in the road, Sadly, misconceptions of hope Conversations you were told That you would go, when you were old. And if you died young, that's life, cold.

So what's the purpose, what's my worth? Think back, years of mysteries in my birth. Miscarriage of life, God walking away, Been the black sheep in blood, Seeing, obviously, I have never existed. Give me something that if taken away, Got no reasons that I missed it? Didn't know, have I persisted?

It was the call of the wild, My tribe of hyenas loyal, close behind me, Mocking your essence, snarling teeth bare. Really can't say what's in my heart, Trapped in fear, call it a style, promise it's Malicious desire, a violent design. A chaotic freestyle of my psycho troop. Despondency that I can be contained, Put in the cage with my past razors slashing, but a corpse born a corpse, in death a corpse I'll forever be...

Forever mistreated, fire burning. If you hunger for true knowledge, my failures Of my reality settling like shifting sands Envious an jealous thoughts Take it, the blueprint to my devastating reality, hurry inhale it's easy to eat. Another poem completed is another of Many layers of destructive thoughts captured. Let me share your horror, I have it locked, I'll take it all with my poetry... Just reach out and wish.

Better choose to let me fly, Or I'll choose to give death. Making my soul rest, I give my breath. If I do die I will fly anyway I tried to live on, I'm gone today.