my mood is still down...

well,as it is still there..my mood is still affectted...i'm still down... still...worried and sad... can't help but thinking abt it... No perfection in struggled death, Just the pellet tearing lungs, limbs, sinews On an earth unforgiving And the gaping jaw - Each shiver a reminder of the frailty of life And death's dark hunger That will eat out raw each last breath. Who could deliver the bullet who saw that private war ? Death is no victory, but a bloodied mess. When I was born the sun lay down And time called out for clouds to lead me on But I refused to dance And set up all the wailings of the new born childBitter at my loss, Saddened by my plight, Born to dust and earth And dreary endless blight.