Life Kills
What is life but an illusion?
A simple game for you to lose in?
Never advancing or skipping ahead,
the game never ends, even if you are dead.
Tormenting nature, Tormenting lives,
Tormenting Death, cutting like knives.
The Afterlife you think is there
is just Oblivion, dark and bare.
Burning darkness kills your soul,
we always score, but never goal.
For time is Death, and Life is Hell,
an ever ringing ominous knell.
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2009
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