Miss Faye

Gloom

To love is to hate 

To lose is to win

To live as a bait

Is to die as a sin

 

Are we not afraid

That these all are just made

For us to suffer

And for them to enjoy?

 

Is there really a flesh

In our so called "life"

Or are we all just tricked

To believe in sacred lies?

 

To value is to ignore

To listen is to bore

So now here we all are

One and truly in sore.

Comments1

  • Paul Bell

    Got a feeling you're spot on.
    Enter at your peril. You know you're going in.



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