Sorrow overcomes happiness the way death overcomes life
It's inevitable and impossible to run from
A dark soul is nothing to be proud of, but when it's all you've known it becomes your dearest trophy
And I ask myself what's the point of being happy when it can be destroyed by a cacophony of sadness?
We all crave a day where we can be wild and free, but freedom isint actually free
You easily lose yourself along the road
And what's the point of living a satisfactory life when in the end we will all fade away like the stars in the morning sun
There's a stillness in a heartbeat and if you listen carefully to the rhythmic beats you will find an emptiness in the soul
It has become comical how something as small as a heart can keep you alive as long as it keeps a steady beat, but something as depth as a sadden, broken soul will stay in tune until that small beat gives out
And this is all apart of the cycle
Whether you live or you die
Whether your life was good or bad
Happy or sad
We all end up in the same place
A ground full of nothingness with only a black soul accompanying us
//f.s//
(Ps- pic creds go to me)
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Poesía"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."
