A collab with a friend o' mine.

The things you own
end up owning you.
Though people aren't things to be owned,
They're mere skin over bones.
Skin that's full of scars,
And bones that are brittle.
The scars and wounds kill them to death.
Though dead people recieve more roses,
You can't just give in to death.
Your life has a purpose,
Your Soul has dreams.
I know, for you,
Death is a peaceful, eternal sleep.
But, you need to think of me too.
Think of our pious friendship.
Think of our differences,
Also of our similarities.
Differences in the sense of passion,
Similarities in the sense of regrets.
You follow nihilism,
I follow optimism.
Coming back to the point,
You can't be tired so soon.
It's life;
Give it your best shot, buddy.