On My Deathbed... Song...Deep

I lay awake i’m on my deathbed watching the globe spin
Reminiscing on old friends,
Hiding tears behind tinted lenses surrounded by gold rims
I dream of past/present/future in search to know what this all is
The life and times of a trooper; young youth that they call Wiz,
A penny for your thoughts… well then i’m holding a piggy bank,
Heavy enough to be the cause that Atlantis city sank,
Lost to many peoples love because i was pretty tanked,
Say he only can’t be trust on drugs or if he drank,
I heard that shit enough… when fucked my soul worthless,
Believe it if you must… meaning what? I sober up and i’m so perfect,
You people judge to much… is it because this whole earth is,
Live, love and lust, then choose to turn to either ash or dust… but no purpose,
Born only with the power to give other human beings,
A love for life that blossom like a flower and empowers soul and mind to must continue breeding,
Constantly question if i’m representing my potential, and I wish you people would,
Yet iits always in the back of my mental, i walk the dark path where angels tremble, and with every step i stomp my evil foot,

I lay awake i’m on my death bed but now i’m feeling drowzy,
Fantasize about this same exact world except what it would be without me,
Can’t help but wonder if she’d be better with another,
Or what about my brother if all hes got was my mother?
All the people out there fighting their addiction,
Would they have made a better living if there wasn’t Wisdom,
Minds that i played with plus manipulated,
…could have been more opinionated, instead of just intimidated,
My closest friends minus the substances they are abusing,
Would they have more self-worth/confidence and better schooling?
Maybe my dad wouldn’t have had that brain surgery,
The brain abcess, was caused by stress, it wouldn’t be the same if there weren’t me,
Every moment that i’ve made that make a past painful,
Who knows with no Tim, might have found the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow,
I can’t help but think about all the damage that i’ve caused,
My mother miscarriaging might have made a better place of this planet that we’re on

I lay awake i’m on my death bed but now i’m struggling for breath,
Can’t wait to meet my fate, is there an after-life, as I enter the enternal slumber that is death
Will i finally find the answer to what hides beneath the surface,
Will I know the cure for cancer or more importantly the human beings purpose,
Is there really a place to go for the good and one for evil,
Thats filled with unfamiliar terrain but once familiar people,
On this higher plain will i look the same so they’ll recognize my face,
Those who haven’t died, can they tell me about their life if they decide to pray,
I lay awake i’m on my deathbed, vision is fading into black,
This is the end and I won’t pretend I may be comming back,
Truth is i don’t agree and don’t believe there is existence after death,
So to me the last the see’s the last of me is the mortician as i’m dressed,
I no longer lay awake for my deathbed has lived up to its name,
The final place where my head rests… I AM GONE AT ONCE JUST AS I CAME,

On My Deathbed... Song...Deep

Youngone

Mississauga, Canada

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Questioning life and what it has been, what it could have been and giving insight into how my own mind perceives my life

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