Life can be a destroyer to all things that aspire you. Life will burn down those things that bring you happiness. On those ashes you cease to care about the complications in front of you. You dance and party, not having any cares, putting the bad thoughts and feelings to the side. Then a tall, beautiful creature basked in a golden glow approaches you and holds you, giving you the best emotion a man can receive, love. The beautiful creature smiles warmly at you as it slides a dagger into your heart compressing it, turning it cold and black. The still beautiful creature carelessly strolls away as nothing has happened and goes on with life. You weep on the ashes having no resentment for that beautiful creature. You soon realize your tears combined with the ashes make clay. With this clay you rebuild life in your own image, but you must remember one thing; You could not have built your now great life without that twisted, beautiful creature.
Life is equal to death.
One must accept, with each breath through their chest,
emotions raise, so they must fall
demons breaks down, or through your wall.
A higher power shines above you, standing tall,
find joy my friend, or you will always crawl.
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