Death
A simple solution with a question mark Thousand cries and it all ends in silence Born from dust and its to the dust that we go Life is a journey and you are the destination You come to the world scarring your mother You are the product of someones pain You are the result of the tears that shed like a rain You leave you turn into the smoke of chimney What happens next is a puzzle for ages Lucky I dont posses nine lives like Silvia Plath Hell or heaven never have I cared To be free from this shit hole is all that I craved