The Eating Machine

The Eating Machine
By BareFootBlonde

My skin burns, my heart pounds, my thoughts are orders i follow.
To be you is to be alone. No shame there I am not sorry....
Crule words all around, love is olny a myth.
Death, why oh why must I meet you? Can I not have heaven without you?

People always want heaven and no death, they want the prize without the pain.
If hate could speak and act alone would we be alive would we know how to controle it> or would we fall and die.
Why dose the world tell us who we are and how we shall be and what to do.
Why is what is, is?

Mothers killing there child, war takes the rest.
This world catches those who face it and eats there hearts.
Our world is a dream, love, hope eating machiene.
And this is all there is.