Oh well; another one bites
the dust. There seems to be a consensus in the mortuary. That once dead – you
do not want to go back to being alive.
This torment; this pain which
stings the heart. Oh Well another life passes by and we are all fools to have
lived past our prime and into the grimace which inevitably follows.
There are so many damned
causes that I cannot see past my pain anymore. There seems to be nothing which
will make this go away. One life passes unto dust and another one follows like
the deadly plague.
We are one; and blistered
broken into a million reflecting pieces of glass poured unto the surface of the
void – shifting and shaking like we were never one. Oh well ; there goes
another damned causes into the gutter collecting fallen rain.
Refreshing sources of misery;
another story goes awry and we know the end result. For the mortuary speaks so
softly; It speaks so final and with finesse that we are forced to listen. We
are bonded into the mortal cage; and then played around like puppets on a
stage. Oh Well another damned cause which has no solution so speak of, and we
all lay so silently… speaking so much in grace. There is no solution. No travel
or peace which will restrain our brain to drain. And then another one bites the
dust. The dual duel has beat us finally.
I pray; and so must you; There
seems to be no introspection at bay. Everything has gone haywire and there is
nothing which we are keeping within. We are all lacklustre torn and borne to
bear this pain. Where will this end, I must answer – it has no end. A cycle
unto itself with edges peaking in remorse and the hollow points keeping us in
an illusion of safety and comfort. Oh well another damned cause has gone
astray.
Sometimes I laugh looking
outside – measuring my curiosity with the heightened sense of morbidity that
courses through my veins. Waiting silently through this all; endless cycles and
pain. For what gain? This game is lame. This is another damned cause waiting to
repeat itself like a snake’s hood flaring up at the slightest twitching of our
skin. Waiting to strike down fast and cause the venom to spread. Causing
another life to end. Another motive to be lost and regained.
No damned causes for me or
you my dear friend. There is never an end to this painful pin prick of a lifetime or m(any) like this.
Peace
