Thursday, December 1, 2011

Why is that I am not afraid of death
But I cower when faced with life
I just want to rest
I keep living but I receive no rewards
It is difficult when the fatigue never wards
There is no meaning in life
But then why am I leaning towards death
Which has even less significance
Which would pay out equal dividends
The only difference is the mean of ends
I need to choose between death or life
For hovering between is a voracious vice
A vain grip so tight
Dark anguishing insight
Night vanquishing light
A silent shift of red rites

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