What is life, but an endless hell
Something that crushes your dreams
Like the sharp sound of a bell,
Sometimes it helps to let out steam.
What is love, but endless pain
Wrapped around false emotion
Given to someone with too much devotion
Almost like when it starts to rain.
What is death, but a small gift
Something to take away all trouble
Like a Burdon that begins to lift,
A life that gets stuck in the rubble.
What is emotion,
Why does it torture, and mangle,
Why must it begin to strangle,
Why can't I just cut it out
Even though I have nothing to cry about.