Why is life so hard, For one to comprehend, Though life has three meanings, War, hate and sin, Life has no loving, At least not for me, Heartache and lifelessness is all that waits for me.
It is not "giving up" It is not "giving in" It is not "the end"
What it is Is the acceptance of the cycle of Life. The appreciation of a life lived. The celebration of that life. The time to examine the meaning of one's life. To revel in the joy and the sorrow of living. To find the peace one needs to move on To whatever the next realm brings.
With steady hand And watchful eye Create what's in your mind Fly Be free Go with it, your tool Don't be a fool What you create is yours No one else's So don't let them tell you it's ugly Don't change for them Be you Be free Create art Be the artist you know you are Be free and draw
It was naked but it was true I call it consensual but you call it food I'm a writer but none of my honesty soothes It's like a post basic job I try to keep doing but I think I massively try to hard but all my efforts they are not harsh they only portray good pictures Basically living without posting is not living at all I look for peace I try to sleep with peace I replace my TV with peace I dive into thoughts of peace but how ever will I find peace ? I might be looking to hard maybe peace was just knowing you.
I am nothing I look into the mirror I see a monster in the mirror I am empty there is nothing left I hate the monster in the mirror I have a void I smash the mirror To **** the monster Then suddenly I feel nothing I look down and see That the monster is me I am nothing