Life is short
like a dream,
like juvenile fit of laughter
flying away from the lips.
Short and dumb.
Full of invitations,
insinuations, and desire.
It is a short wealth
of blood and pleasure
beating in the veins.
It is growing bliss
and bountiful pain.
Silence,
cyclical time,
will.
It is the pursue of love
and to continue,
persistent,
until you behold
the abyss.
Life is short
like a dream
and death is long
as an awakening.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Life is short
like a dream,
like juvenile fit of laughter
flying away from the lips.
Short and dumb.
Full of invitations,
insinuations, and desire.
It is a short wealth
of blood and pleasure
beating in the veins.
It is growing bliss
and bountiful pain.
Silence,
cyclical time,
will.
It is the pursue of love
and to continue,
persistent,
until you behold
the abyss.
Life is short
like a dream
and death is long
as an awakening.
