Toy

Autumn is falling, winter is rising,

My life is mesmerizing.

Is that really true?

Or my anxiety has grew?

Devil looked at my life this year,

And to torment it compared.

Life is like dices, which are on the board,

You take and thrown them for a reward.

The bones were cast, there is no retreat,

Sweet scent of horrible defeat.

How many times, I need to lose?

What will I get at the end? From LIFE

Another refuse?

I'm back again, where I began,

Am I still human, or a dead man?

For months used as a toy,

By women to fulfill their desired joy.

Like a doll in a hands of puppeteer,

After the show destined to disappear.

Thrown into a miserable box,

Labeled as "LIFE" with rusty locks.