Thoughts on a mind,
feelings on a heart,
pain on death,
love turns to death,
age turns to death,
death turns to death.
Floating,
empty,
drifting,
nothing,
screaming,
losing,
loving,
hating.
Faking the smile of life,
wanting to know the answers,
despising the world that this so called creator has given,
hating what you can become,
the destruction that one can make,
what one can do to many,
and what many can do to one,
for this truly is the bomb that destroys life,
to give in is to accept,
to accept is to become.
The machine that kills,
or just a mistake,
one shall always be to blame,
to be weaker,
to commit,
they shall be the ones to die first.
Trust,
shall be earned but never fully,
pain,
always given and never ends,
love,
A lie that will never end,
torment,
why live a life of it,
acceptance,
to truly be nothing.
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The life of a thinker of life
Poetrythe thoughts of those who know what the real meaning of life is or maybe they are just guessing what it is supposed to be