Staples, Stitches, and Adhesive Tape

I never thought much about my soul
Or if it might die before I grew old
Or knew that death could be so cold
Freezing where I stood.

And now I'm just blowing off steam
Perfect as my life may seem
Mouth stitched shut, yet longing to scream
I only wishing that I could

I'm holding my breath and my heart stopped beating
I'm weeping in silence as my spirit is bleeding
And on my knees, I'm still and pleading
For the pressure to stop

The pressure for things is all around
I feel it suffocate and push me down
As my body sinks deep into the ground
My limbs being chopped

Even though my head's still flying
I feel my heart is slowly dying
My tearless eyes keep on crying
Wait for the kill

And then the evil pain extends
My entire essence breaks and bends
As I wonder when it will end
I become completely still.

The World at a Glance

Who are you? Who am I? Who is anyone?

Are we one person or many? It is the truely wise that can see how every life intertwines, explodes, and collides.

We are everyone. The entire universe has one collective soul. Feel the connection.