Life's pain
November 5, 2018 at 4:09 am
(This post was last modified: November 5, 2018 at 4:10 am by WinterHold.)
Life has its ways to kill
Even if the odds favored you
You take your time to build
Still it sends its assassins to get you
They don't stab to kill, but still
They cut you through and through
Cut from head to toe; blood spills
So many cuts; the pain is indeed true
You keep asking why you're going downhill
Despite bleeding, if you only knew
It's your blood, your red inner fill
Spilled by life's assassins, that is by whom.
--M (which is me)
Even if the odds favored you
You take your time to build
Still it sends its assassins to get you
They don't stab to kill, but still
They cut you through and through
Cut from head to toe; blood spills
So many cuts; the pain is indeed true
You keep asking why you're going downhill
Despite bleeding, if you only knew
It's your blood, your red inner fill
Spilled by life's assassins, that is by whom.
--M (which is me)
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