XThe Meaning Of Life

by Nikky   Jul 1, 2005


I can't be myself
in a society of puppets
that all look the same
strings attatched to the soul
by the same creator
dying alone
just like the person right after
we all live
to die in the end
and i live
to see this world end
as the clock strikes midnight
the sun dissolves into black
space surrounds us
nothing can ever take it back
and the world ends unmercifully
leaving no survivors
except those who understood that
we live to die

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