Life is a game, we
Play everyday.
We try to connect the
Dots using the same line.
But it is impossible to connect
Those twenty three dots that make
Up our life.
The DNA strand is broken
And we are thrown in pieces,
The atoms that make up our soul
Torn apart like the dots that will
Never connect.
That life is a game of atoms
Imploding and molecules
Exploding.
Of broken DNA strands,
And chromosomes that
Never wanted to be.
Our body fighting itself
Trying to kill itself
And so we kill our self.
