Let's see who gets the last laugh when I'm the one biting the bullets. We'll find what it means when I break the mold. If it brings a reason, I'll respond. If it brings me death, I'll play the game. Hand me what I need to live while I hand you my life. Proud, but yet, what should I take pride in? So much of everything is nothing when you walk down this line. I must learn to swallow this pride. I abandon this lonely shell of life. I feel the pain, arms around my head, To suffocate the thoughts, Symbolize the lives lost when I was such a... But in this mind, I must keep what I took. Look at this face of death and tell me what you see, everlasting. I want no longer to wait to see what I've done. Don't stop me, don't break me, More from William Martyr 17