by Alain Obando

Created on: August 11, 2008   Last Updated: September 02, 2011

Slowly said to be heard clearly...and ever since then things have changed... there's not enough alcohol to drown this pain, there's not enough smoke to choak this pain, there's not enough coke to numb this pain, but there's plenty of bullets to toss, and according to life, death is priceless: there is no cost. because I cant count the things that I've lost, much less what I've gained, I'll also put that on the list because you cant hold onto your golden chains, for too long, you will one day lose them, its that simple its that plain. I've come to the realization that naked I came to this world so naked I'll leave it, so there's no fear of death because death is in the air I breathe it. I'd even eat it for breakfast if it were edible, but this poisonous I call it incredible, I cant believe it. And I'll leave it to God's hands because left to mine I'd wind up claiming some people and taking their lives, but I cant wish death on no one because everybody dies eventually, and I'll most likely give thanks to God when death's sword enters me... I'll appreciate it, because I lived, and if thats not enough to be thankful for, I trip. so thank God.

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