Death
death
death has become a daily nightmare.
a pre-requisite of being alive.
hate is the everlasting fragrance of the failure that is me.
a dreamer without a dream, a smoker without a cigarette.
I have given my essence to a devil named codeine,
because I aint got a choice but to embrace the madness of my inner monster.
I hate, love and despair
at a life without meaning, an endless cycle of a history that is bound to end
the way it started.
with me as dust waiting for the everlasting breath of life from a god that does not see me
I am but just the grains of sand beneath your feet,
the shadow behind you
and the darkness surrounding street corners waiting for its next victim.
I am alive yet I am not
I am death.
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