we're both going to die
maybe you're going to die in a year
maybe in fifty
and who knows if i'm not gonna drop dead tomorrow
or if i'll have lung cancer in my seventies
but i'm sure our hearts won't be beating in two hundred years
that's what life is
a line straight to death
even if you take some pills
or eat less meat
honey, you will die
sorry to tell you the ending
i know it doesn't sounds so fun after knowning how it ends
but i'll give you a spoiler alert
you can't do shit about it
it's almost like you're already dead
we just don't know how or when
or what you did before
but you already are six feet under
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
