How are we made to be destroyed?
Do you understand, does anyone?
How can we know what’s not written out for us,
If we have no clue of suggestion?

How can we get to grips with the world,
If we don’t even know what the world really is.
It’s been disguised so many times.
No shameless chance of knowing what it’s really like.

Why would we come into this world,
With this life, if we weren't meant to have it anyway?
We get given stuff just so that it will get ripped away.
Shown things right in front of us,
Just so we know we cannot have.

I don’t understand how people could possibly be brought into life,
Then being made as a sacrifice.
People die, get killed, get tortured mentally, physically, emotionally and abused by their own minds.
How is this fair is any of this?
Tell me what is the point?

But we don’t know because we’re just simply humans,
Who can’t know any better.
We can’t come up with a conclusion,
That we have no way to know.

My thoughts are chemicals.
I am made of recycled cells
That I ingest, I take in what's best
For optimal health, active or at rest.

My DNA as mysterious as the Cosmos,
The Cosmos less of a mystery than Ocean floors.
I come from the Ocean, an awesome notion,
A family with all others, every Thing is a cousin.

My ancestors all made it to reproduction.
I am assembled, through history, through selection.
My traits have been crafted, positively reacted.
Nurtured by Nature, genes that have lasted.

I am made from the stars,
Drink water that passed through dinosaurs.
I experience Life, though filled with a bounty of strife,
Through eyes of a Human, intelligence my paradise.

And though my species feels more advanced
And in control of a world we craft with our own hands,
We are not self-efficient, resources increasingly deficient,
A virus to be easily shaken, in which the planet would not be missing.

I have a fleeting gift,
Amidst the destruction that here lives,
And that is my consciousness,
No fear of abyss, no promise of bliss,

But in my spark of a lifetime,
Seemingly insignificant, and that's fine,
I have inside endless thoughts with my mind,
No need of afterlife with a gift so divine.

I cry tears salient
I shy
hold my tongue remembering

tossed cross the ambience
wry
wrongly severe things

my family who supposedly
loved
me and them

talked so severely to
each other
it just rubs me

raw and open wounded
to this day
I get

nothing from it

Not one
but both
no preference
too scared to go too far
curled into material happiness
too far gone to come back
awake but asleep
until morning
and even then
alone again

There's no soul
I can walk home too
There's no door
Like before
To go through
There's no other side
Not this time
Nothing left to find
Love's gone
No heart to replace
Innocence displaced
Where's there to go?
No where,
From here
To there
To outer space
This maze of life
This absence of love
No more time
No more Rhymes
About hearts
Or finding the one
Death can try
But the love already died
And this reality?
It's done

I have the potential to be beautiful