Poems Of Life

This City

My mind is a vacant abyss that's ruled by absence and lack of imagination. It's where happiness is a crime and sadness is a law. Where there are no houses but streets that are surrounded with criminal thoughts. It's a place filled with little
care for others and the environment is bedridden.

People are not people in this city , It's a scary and dark world that gives of the feeling of insecurity and feeds off of vulnerability. It's a place that degrades and segregates all form of life. Death is the king and Suffering, is his wife. Their children, Pain and Abandonment, look after us by installing terror into our blood. The blood we have is not red, it's a black and horrible substance that substitutes the blood we are born with. It reeks of shame and anger. It controls our life span. One exciting thought can destroy millions of bad thoughts and the more thoughts that die the more grow.

This city is a hell among heavens. If you look up you can see the stars that circle around waiting, but the ground is so much more enticing in this city. There is no hope and there is no love. Love, it's a foreign word that was created by the heavens that we will never visit. Love leads to broken hearts and a broken heart leads to more pain. In this city, hate is your best friend. Hate gives you a sense of peace that you never thought you would be happy to have because if you have hope in this city, Death is sure to come after you. Not only will you be killed but you will be inflicted with Suffering and you will be forgotten with Abandonment. Pain will be around the corner to keep you company until Death takes over.

There is no cure for this city! It's a block that has no doors out. It's a block that attracts sin but won't let it out. There is no cure for this city! The only thing better than surviving through hate is to conform the same way I did. My mind is a vacant abyss that's ruled by absence and lack of imagination.