Conception is nothing more than What nature has in store for us When two souls become one You've never lived, you never will When true friends you have none There's only so much a dictionary Or a science textbook can say About what life on earth's about You don't know what it is to live If all you do is breathe in and out The seven characteristics of life Only serve as a reminder of how And why we must eat and sleep What matters the most is not How often we think but how deep Blood's the sole proof of existence So sometimes you'd cut yourself To see it pour from your wound What you crave is not the pain But something that can't be found You may scream with vivacity And jump sky high with false joy When in fact you're dead inside Nobody can tell you how to live Unless you give in to your pride What we call life moves too fast For us to consider the meaning Behind every word that's spoken A person's soul is like porcelain You can't fix it when it's broken We are powerless to stop Death And his army of body snatchers When life does come to an end But there's nothing to fear if we have Someone we could call a friend Some people will live a lifetime Without knowing the meaning Of the tears shed when you cry Some of us will taste the wine of life While some were born to die.
Pretty good lyrically. Rhythmically. . . not so good. Some lines just don't fit, some lines are grammatically confusing, but the idea lingers in the lyrics. Nice idea, but you need a version 2.0. (6 half/10)
"when true friends, you have none," for one. But it was mostly the rhythm, but reading over it i read it different. And peoms have rhythms too. It's a strange thing, though. Everytime you read a poem you read it different, and it sounds different everytime, though the words are the same. I'm not big on inner depth or anything, but poems are things that take many reads to find what is hidden in the meanings.