death_day aM i DiStUrBeD? O why are your eyes clouded seeing so much? Why this mist upon your brow? Your lips are blue, cold to the touch Why are your eyes clouded seeing so much? What is the meaning of this earnest clutch? Is your life making its final avow? O why are your eyes clouded seeing so much? Death is much more than I can allow! 050404 ... piercedjenny April 4th, 1991 is when I laid my hope to rest. I realized that bad things happen to good people. Life is not fair. Staying silent about things that matter is a slow death for your soul. Yesterday, I died a thousand deaths when the words caught on my lips. 050404 what's it to you? who go blather from