
A poem about the painful, yet beautiful miseries of our world today.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 219 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3079521
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Because It Is
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Eyes blue as the ocean
Sweeping over us in icy waves
We fight
But we want the pain
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Our only weapon is hope
As we battle for a lost cause
But the ending is always the same
With the grass stained with blood
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We enjoy hatred
Pleasure is weal
Do it all over again
Because the pain is so sweet
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Craving it
Can't feel anything else
Scream out to no one
When you know there isn't help
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Love is harmless
Anger uncontrollable
Sorrow is empty
But pain is everything and more
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Swear to God
But God isn't here
Enjoy others' screams
And look forward to fear
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It's been the same
Different every day
Hurting each other
That's how we play
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Begging for pain
Joy is torture
Marks are a good thing
In this weird world
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Death will be the end
But it was also the start
Everyone walks around
With un-beating hearts
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Why do we still care
Why did we fight
Happy endings
Just aren't right
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And each night
We cry to the stars
Ask why it's so difficult
When it's not that hard
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Painful days and nights
That's the way it is
Sounds pretty crazy
Because it is
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