Lifes Dark Abyss
We got our rifles on our shoulders and our vests on our chest,Running through this battlefield
called life. So full of never ending pain and strife. Not caring about wrong and right.Staying
grounded or taking flight.We march into the dark abyss with clenched fists.The urge to kill is
hard to resist and the notion of love is hard to dismiss.A time when we were happy is hard to
remeniss.We have been at war for so long, we have forgotten that orgasmic bliss or that
sense of being wanted.Now our days are only haunted every day we are constantly taunted
by the demons in our heads.Waking in the morning, the only thing we dread.Getting ou of
bed to hang out with the walking dead. Dying since the day we are born. At first a mothers
love is what we yearn.Another of lifes pages begins to turn and all those good bridges begin
to burn.Then amongst the brimstone and fire we eventually turn into liars.Sparking off false
truths like crossed wires. And dying in our beds in the years to come,from the reaper we will
try to run.But to no avail we are outrun.Our souls will leave our bodies and go to heaven or
hell.And there they will forever dwell in lifes dark abyss.
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