Life itself is an unwieldy death sentence.

There is no chance for any repentance.

We are born with invisible expiration

The world is weary, heaves a sigh

A thousand birds fall from the sky

Every day a hunter's gun

Claims their lives,

A death sentence

For a crime I did not commit

For the sins of my fathers I am punished

Of people I have long since quit

You gave me a death sentence,
You told me it was over,
The joy left my body,
Choices seemed to be gone,
Wishing this pain would

Futile Verse 3 (Despondency)

As I stoop on the brink illuminated only by the flickering glow of the sunset,
Listening to dark