life
Life, life, life, damned life, full of hell, my soul to sell
An exchange of this filth and ruin for wealth and health
A small purpose the slightest of meaning, instead
Of this empty feeling
A life withering away, lost and fading
Body ruined and broken no good no more
Soul decimated and ready to be cremated
Dreams die, replaced by nightmares and scares
Of the truth of life in the cold, cold, cold light of day
A penny for your thoughts the saying goes
A long time ago perhaps, I would have been
A very wealthy man, but alas my mind is numbed
And just the one thought remains, only to be
Answered after the end and this life has past me by,
Life, life, life, what was the reason for all this strife?
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