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.