What is life but an empty scheme
of dieing dogs and broken dreams?
or it seems that every day, per say is just
a roller coaster ride of emotion like
the empty vial of a relieving potion
for each dieing dogs love of lust
to lust the love, in which we lust.
because its in our innate nature
so we just must.
to walk, feet dragging, smile sagging.
to the next moment in anticipation
where the tail falls, and kills the tails wagging.
Where we are all just a patient of conforntation
to the light that burns our eyes.
so we remain stagnant at our current location.
and drown in our own negative lies.
And for here, the dog dies.
with dreams of unfullfilled goodbyes.
may the tail once again, rise
so i leave with you in my dieing dream
Goodbye
