Why?

Liam Lawless

Why live?

Why die?

Why smile?

Why cry?

 

The constant, constant chaos,

Runs through my veins.

So black, rotten and empty,

Sending torture to my brain.

 

But would death be better?

An eternity of empty nothing.

But at least the dead don't fear,

They just fill the earth like turkey stuffing.

No longer them selves just a story in the paper,

A few sad words and

Gone. How will they remember me?

 

Will it be with honour, or will good thoughts flee

When they mention me? Maybe they'll be in disagree.

Of weather I were a villain or hazardous debris,

In life's empty rotting flow of time

Is now my turn to shine?

  • Author: Anonamus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2017 05:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Louis Gibbs

    Why not? Give life a shot! Hang in there, anonamus!

  • P.H.Rose

    Love this sir !!!!!

  • Augustus

    What can I say, this is just terrific.

    • Liam Lawless

      I'm so glad you enjoyed it thank you for your comment



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