We are born to die
We live to please
We wish only to be happy
but what is happiness?
We are prisoners of society
We wish only to be free
yet deny our enslavement and
wonder "what happened to the good ol' days?"
Love is a lie, happiness
a distraction, where
do we belong & what
created this life?
We speak of things
like purpose as if required
by a higher power but,
isn't it truly our own selfish desires?
Why can we not live
in peace, not fear
and relish the approach
of our master Death and his embrace
2016.
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An Anthology Of The Darker Machinations Of A Madman
Poetry'The dance of the Damned' was the first piece of poetry I ever wrote and this is a short collection of the first few poems I wrote which when i was writing them did not realise that they wer each an individual part of this longer set which are the f...
