Author: TheBlueSabbath PM
Basically about the futility of life in general.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 115 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-19-12 - id: 3059370
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The clock is ticking-
Precious grains of life slipping through your bare hands,
beautiful, beautiful reality-
collapsing prettily down the line of vulnerability.
We are weak, we are on the peak.
Our hoarse voice begging for release,
Smiles thrown away uselessly in the hopes to please.
No matter what i say, you won't understand,
because that's exactly where you stand,
Your foolishness is killing you-
But as the azure sky is blue,
Everything is futile, everything is full of guile.
Our little game is ending,
The blur of lies and truth blending,
To create the mess that never disappears,
It is not as it appears.
But that is simply the game of life.