Bliss

my soul is lost in a world of thorns and the fabric of my being mourns the complexities of life weigh heavy on my shoulders as experience and wisdom come down like crashing boulders oh how i mourn the days of ignorance when life was such a bliss i never knew that "NOT"knowing something was something i would miss i never knew that life back then was such a wonderful endeavor as i often wish that life in bliss would always last forever it seems as though i was better off with innocent thoughts instead i rather walk in innocence than walk among the dead i feel like dead men walking as my soul reaches into darkness i see the shimmer from the reapers sickle reflecting from it's sharpness a doorway of emptiness fills my soul full of guilt and fear and when life becomes full of wisdom death becomes so clear