Freedom From Death

As i embark upon the feat
Of creating my one hundreth poem
I stop to think before i type
If this is the source of my problem

Through eyes kept shut
My thoughts bounced around my brain
Keeping out every evil
Out every potential to drive me insane

Through the knowledge i now know
Locked deep within my mind and heart
Only blackened pain followed the path
Giving depression its vicious start

Through the countless bloody marks
Mimicked now by the story-ridden scars
Believing the path of our one saviour
As much as my future read by the stars

Through everything i've ever been through
The lies, the deception, the tears, the "friends"
Only one question will forever remain
Does life ever truly end?

People and prophets
Scholars and children
All think they hold the key
Truth is, your God could even be someone as lowly as me

When everyone seems
So preoccupied with death
Many forget what happens in life
May follow you to the "land of the blessed"

There may not even be such a thing
Just another wish we all want to believe
Yet something deep within my heart and mind
Tells me that we have all been deceived

Death we all crave yet fear so i beg you
Cherish life, depression, your words, this "feat"
Because freedom from what we all hate
Is something we might never meet

-A