Too much thought to trifle
A man’s got his rifle, to his chin
About to blow his brains to smithereen.
No break from evolving trouble,
It literally feels like it rains in rabbles.
Its like opening a door to an avalanche, knowing that the next door its worst than than.
See life sweeps the floor with his face while karma plays its tricks on him till he lacks faith.
Even if he pulls through the avalanche, an eruption is about to occur reaches out.
Afore he pulls the trigger, remember this is all in the ill mind of a mad man transforming to a sadman.
I mean, what is the point of holding on when all that happens is getting blown. Being at the disadvantage of the world’s game, its better to end it at your own pace. Right? You answer that.
Is it justified to be undignified, stripped of pride, getting a thorny ride to your eventual demise?
They say no pain no gain but if its more pain no gain whats the point trying.
He might as well call on to the sandman to put him to sleep for all eternity. For that seem to be his only and final destiny.