The Human Condition

In the mirror of this world I see a face that is not my own A stranger,dripping tears of blood And cast with impunity to the very depths of hell Dwelling in the haunted shadows Cursed to wander this accursed world alone Forbidden to love,hate a name to be embraced Lest you fall asunder in the bosom of a friend The horrors of living oft in a void Seeing the evils that man doth did alone Flesh eat flesh,blood cast and trampled in mud Power and fame,the price of one's soul to sell The world, a place where evil grows Birth to death birthing a cycle of woe Preaching of godless men yet hearts unfazed Man or fiend,both journey towards the same end But is this all there is Is the hope of men like the a burnt wood Is life a brutal endless cycle That death is but a welcome reprieve Nay,but there is a cycle of love and peace There is the end of all that is good A greeting that ends with a smile And a deed of which is hope revived.