A Medaphore For Life

The Waves That Crash Up On Us
Represent The Chains That Entwine
For Our Lives We Lived Locked Up
Nothing More Than A Spider In A Vine

Were No More Than Buzzing Energy
Here To Full The Depths Of Hell
Nothing More Than A Boy With A Penny
Who Made A Wish Upon A Well

No More Important Than The Constant Tears
From The Eyes Of A Small Child
No More Worth Than A Tiger Once Free
But Now Stolen From The Wild

No More Smarter Than A Book
Filled With Fairy tales To Lead Us Astray
No More Important Than Useless Dreams
That Fill Our Hopes And Minds Each Day

But With All That Entangles Us
And Leaves Our Minds Battered And Bruised
In The End Of The World And Time
Were All Left Feeling Beaten And Used

And All Were Left With Now
Is Words In scripted In Times Path
For Another Life Is Born This Second
Another Life To Face Hells Wrath

This Poem Sucks But I Figured Id Post It Anyway..Um mm thanks