Life.

Such a meaningless word.

People carry that word around with them,

Expecting gifts and miracles to just fall rightfully on them, like it was their inheritance for coming into this world.

No.

Life is much less.

Let me break this down for you…

Life

It just happens

Like the sky is blue

And the world is round

It just happens

I force these old fingers to type

Although they aren’t old

Unlike the rest of these people

Conned by The Con Artist Nothing himself

I am able to see

I am not blind

These people who are “Alive”

While I am dead.

Yes

I am dead

But what these people

Have failed to understand

Is that they are

Also

Dead

I stopped breathing a long time ago

While these people are like vegans,

Substituting lies for oxygen.

They keep trying to fool themselves,

But they are only fooling the lids of their eyes

And the tones of their skins

We don’t accept the truth

Until its too late

We accept lies

That hold us

To our

Deathbed

Like a noose holds a man to the tree

Or a guns holds a man to his promise

Or even a knife holds a man to reality

Or a pill holds a man to the mantle of the sky.

Be it here

Or there

Death comes

Just like life

We lived for but seconds

And then we breathed

That’s when

We felt death

That’s when

We felt humanity

That’s when

We embraced reality

That’s when we became creatures of habit, obsessed with forming excuses for our mistakes and flaws. When the only excuse is that we are messed up, infatuated with the idea of telling ourselves lies, until we realize…that we have been living a lie, when the reaper finally sends away our souls.

If we even have a soul

The only soul I have

Is the one on the bottom of my shoe

And that’s

 

How

          It

                   Will

                             Always

                                                ...be…