Life or Death,
Which one’s the blessing, which the curse?
Breathing without reason,
Like rehearsing my silence in a moving hearse.

Trying to outrun the echoes,
Trying one last time to rewrite fate,
But I’m no longer the boy who never gave in—
Now I’m the man they broke, too late.

Punished not for crimes, but for caring too deep,
For standing alone while the shallow sleep.
If death is peace, let it be swift,
Life’s gift was pain wrapped in a hollow myth.