Life is but a dream,
Just a friction of a chance,
A pit of hell,
Or a lifetime,
Of pointless pain.
I hate the way…
You look at me,
And laugh to yourself,
About how I feel,
All my pain,
& all my thoughts,
And my never-ending sentence,
To death…
But I guess,
it’s all the same for you,
Just you are better,
At hiding your fears of everything around us,
You are afraid of everything,
Including life itself,
It’s just that,
You know how to hide,
From all those spirits around us,
And how to hide,
From your never-ending fears,
You love to laugh,
And criticize,
But all you ever think of,
Is death...
And how that is all that life is...
So you’re afraid,
“So what?” you say,
But fear is what I’m scared of,
Not death like you,
Because I know it’s always coming,
For me & you,
Crawling inches closer,
In days or in weeks,
Or whatever you want to call it.
I guess you’re just better,
At hiding everything,
Everything around us,
Like fears,
And ghosts,
And thoughts from your imagination |
