If in the end it all falls apart
What’s the point of a story’s start
Nothing but grey sky’s and teary eyes wait for us
When our skin turns cold to the touch
If there’s no god above us then what awaits us
But the end of consciousness
Peace at last, laid to rest
A long and tired soul drifts off to sleep for eternity
If all we are remembered by is the day on which we die
A number on a stone past the cemetery gates
Then I ask what’s the point in life anyway?
To writhe, to hate, to wonder…
If every day passed by without a sign
Something to believe in, even if its just a lie
Then tell me why should I be grateful
To be alive
If sleep grants no respite
But waking life yields more pain
Why does it seem so strange
For me to want to end it
If shadows of scars remain
And only I am to blame for what is wrong in my life
What can I do but
End my mortal strife
If death is a part if life
And that life will always go on
Why does it feel so unnatural
To know that you’re gone
If this too shall pass
And one day get better
Why have I been waiting
All these hours
If in a hundred years all that I am is dust
The memory of my voice long since forgotten
What is the use
In loving
 If I live to see tomorrow
and nothing changes on the morrow
What will the point be
In seeing what the future brings?
2 comments
This is absolutely beautiful…
Beautiful. Loved the “A long and tired soul drifts off to sleep for eternity” part.