Who was it that said that life is a breeze.
There is no such thing.
Life has a sting in it's tail.
Just a vile hornet.
Let us not forget my dear.
That I am and me and that I fear.
My life once it was, now it is not.
Got blown away on a sneeze at the bang of a gun.
A smoking one you see my son.
Life appears putrid, fruitless I say.
If only I could go away.
Run and hide with nil pursuit.
I could pack up this stuff, dump it in my backyard.
Right now at this moment, my life is too.
I'm not giving in.
Demons, I hear you laughing.
Laughing out loudly at me.
You won't knock me down.
Just you wait and see!
(C) LIVVI