Just a Bit More
When man seizes himself
Walking down the crowded pavement, amidst strangers
Helplessly laughing to deceive himself
That he is not all alone in this world,
That moment,
He believes he won’t bend
At the cold blade of a knife in his back,
He won’t grieve the blood
Painstakingly lost from his hot flesh
And at that same time,
When he hears sounds of music
That softly meet his ears, he tells to himself:
Listen? Someone’s singing to you tonight.
How quickly does man find a reason to kill himself,
O man, how much quicker,
Hundreds of excuses,
Thousands of lies,
To live but just a little bit more.
Horror Sleaze Trash 