Bitterness

No-one escapes from life alive. It's the finality of all final's.
People spend their life trying to fight death, only to meet it's door.
Medicines, Machines, Safety and Health.
All these things add to our life, postpone our passing.

We suffer the days passing by, steady, steady.
We watch the sun rise and fall, an enternal fight against the dark.
Stars glow and the moon shines, but the darkness still prevails.
Life is just a fleeting picture of this war of the ancients.

Life, short, sweet and never to the point.
It plays with us, it offends us and it nurses us better.
It flee's us when the pain gets to much for it.
Life is a bitter friend to the dead.

The two-sided face of the sour pill.
The drugs designed to save us, taken in quantity to kill us.
Thugs walk the streets to spill the blood of others
And monsters stalk the shadows, waiting, watching.

Death comes knocking for the final time
It's call heard by the ears of those blind now to this dark world.
It's scythe no longer a weapon of reaping, but of final mercy.
It's hood covering the tears spilled by the damned.