Love of Man

The Love of man is dim by the pain one feels at the feet of life's Journey. We cry together we lay in a bed of poison and skip though land mines to find the rose hiding from the sun. I breath in gasoline and exhaled fire. For the fumes drove me faster then I could ever desire. Hold me O'lord I'm still flesh and bones. I know I'm not alone but feel sick with one heart beat one sweat on my left cheek smelly from the gasoline intake and fear... man..... I thought dying was easier but looking into the mirror is harder. Help.