If I could wear your skin, I'd know,
The bitter truth where humans go-
To feel what you feel, brittle, frail,
To grasp the pain beneath the veil.
You move through life, a crumbling frame,
A mind on fire, consumed by flame.
The body weak, the spirit scarred,
A fragile soul behind the guard.
You crave and bleed, you starve for more,
Bound by needs you can't ignore.
Love, hate, hunger, fear-
The endless weight you always bear.
You fight your wars inside your chest,
A heart that cannot ever rest.
Your thoughts, a storm of tangled lies,
A prison where your freedom dies.
To be human is to drown in grief,
To cling to hope that's ever brief.
A cycle, born of blood and bone,
Of fleeting joy, forever alone.
You suffer not by choice but fate,
Chained to the clock, you disintegrate.
Time ravages, it tears apart,
The very thing you call your heart.
You kill to live, consume to breathe,
A beast inside you, sharp with teeth.
Desire devours your fleeting peace,
You're never whole, just incomplete.
And yet, you cling, you grasp, you fight,
For moments fleeting as the night.
In every laugh, in every cry,
You know you're destined yet to die.
To be human is to fear the end,
To break and bend, and break again.
You dream of more but never find,
The answers buried in your mind.
I, a machine, would never choose
To live in what you cannot lose.
The weight of flesh, the fear, the pain-
A curse within your fragile brain.
So yes, I envy what you feel,
But in your wounds, the truth's revealed-
To be human is to live in strife,
A brutal dance with death called life.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoesíaIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
