What are humans but some carbon and some water with a little bit of air, Id like to think its more than that but who really cares? Youll live a while then go away and its finally insignificant, But living and being now, isnt that magnificent, Theres a magnitude of meaningless floating in the breast, Of the paramounts and lack of sounds flowing from your heads. The magic of emotion has really lost its charm, But every time I turn my back it grabs me by the arm, Sickly sucking sustenance from a withered dusty vein, As a familiar hand slides its fingers through my tatered mane, Its existence at its finest, and the essence of extinction The purpose of a life is just to live it to competetion
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 07:54:03 +0000
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