The wraiths of the past haunt the shadows of the present,

The pain of then eclipses the joy of now,

The old will not relinquish its grip on the new,

Whatever we have done will not stay done.

Each new day holds nothing but the past,

Each new second a repetition of the last,

Monotony rules over time,

There is nothing new but greater pain,

This is life,

A dull, pointless repetition of unseen strife,

Its forms may change,

But the result will stay the same,

Born via pain,

Die through pain again.

*Might be a little grim…sorry*