The Laughter of a Thousand Dying Souls

A laughing man once fell dying to his knees
He screamed and he cried, he begged and asked, "please?"
"Please, let me live!" - then no more, no cough or wheeze
I stood and I laughed, "More whine with your cheese?"

Through cruel eyes the world is a hell
To live or love, it's always just as well
Broken by the years, nothing more than a shell
On such dark things the beast will dwell

A thousand dying souls consumed by hunger, thirst, and winter
One pour soul stands and yells, "Carpe diem!" only to disapear in a haze
To become one with all, then to break off and splinter
She asked the question and he answered back, "Learn to love these trying days"