Nicky Turner - Death

Living,
Dieing,
Spreading,
Creating,
Fear of something,
Fear of living for no purpose,
But a bleak perspective of life,
To where as no one want’s to die,
To die a lonely death,
In a world where no one cares,
Your rotting corps stinks out the graveyard,
Because you’re shallow world,
Is nothing but your hell.

Nicky Turner

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