Sweet torture
Inescapable fate
Running through stems of veins
In ounces of amount
Yet
It isn't blood
Which easily comes and go
Dies and immediately replaced
It isn't oxygen
Which sustains
And very much desirable
But this we crave
This we are cursed with
True, a blessing it may be
To others
But to some
It raises envy
Hate
Longing
Because it comes
In all forms
It varies
In state, most of all
Visible everywhere
Have you guessed it
My dear friend?
That thing we both behold?
It's life
So
Can you tell
This dear old fool
Why we are grateful for it
Why we believe it to be a grace
For is it not
What I worded it to be?
An inescapable fate
A cursed fate
It is but a traitor
Our friend
Dear and true
That eventually comes
And stabs you in the back
Not once
Not twice
But countless times
Innumerable periods of time
It ******
Digs blade into you
Molds you
In the most painful ways
Why?
Because we've done
An effort in living it
And for what reason?
When it always ends
The same eventless manner
Death
For does not life
Come with death?
We do not remember
But we know
We've experienced it
Many times
Stone age
Victorian periods
Warring eras
Like the saying goes
"Been there, done that"
So do pray tell
What is the purpose
Of existence?
Of even trying?
When we actually understand
That it always ends the same
Wrote this so long ago haha just wanted to post it :)