What is it to kill

Right and wrong

Wrong and right

You have been taught these things

In a fit of plea

To help you on your way

To reach your destiny

Your heart is kind

You can only do

What you find to be just

But what is right and wrong

What if there is no good and evil

Just what is and what isn't

What if the world was just an oasis

Away from space

Where you would float an eternity in

And when you became bored

You simply reached down

And planted yourself here

On earth

To take a life

To make a mistake

To fake and to lie

To cry and to die

What does it feel like to live

And keep on preaching the things

You know to be good

But knowing that nothing is pure

And realizing

One must sometimes pick a lesser evil

Or a greater good

Even if the consequences are misunderstood

How does it feel to live

And to breathe air filled with blood

And know that you could never

Could not ever

Do this to another

Like so many have

Even if it means risking it all

Risking it all for the sake of what is right

What if the stars are mocking you

Just laughing at your tears

What if you have only been making a fool of yourself

Through all of these years

Of suffrage

And pain

With nothing to gain

But a sense of self

What if all this is a playing ground

To watch you sleep

And watch you die

But you know

You could never give in

Never kill

Never fall ill to destruction

And it rips at your soul

To know so many do

And do it willingly

For the pleasure

Of all the pain

Just to watch it rain

With blood

And there are those

Who watch them die

And cannot see

They are blind

To what is true

And what is pure

And with there vengeful tears

They fight

And kill

And do what they will to seek revenge

Thinking they know what is right

And maybe they are

Because what is a man

Who kills a man

Who kills a man

Because what is a wrong

Gone unpunished

But still you do not turn into the want

Because to take another life

Would break you

Does this make you weak

Or does this make you strong

How can this end

When it has gone on for so long

Like a cycle of grief

Forever slaying a beast

That when killed is reborn in another