In the midst of it all
I stop, I stare
And I wonder what I'm doing in all this
The aches never cease, never stop
Them all I see writhing about me; humans
Clamber above one another
Leaving the ones they claim to love broken
In the ashen dirt
For the meagre prizes they salivate to get
They forget they can't take it with them
That their greed is for naught
As their breaths draw short, scythe draws closer
Leaving them alone in their suffocating solace.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
In the midst of it all
I stop, I stare
And I wonder what I'm doing in all this
The aches never cease, never stop
Them all I see writhing about me; humans
Clamber above one another
Leaving the ones they claim to love broken
In the ashen dirt
For the meagre prizes they salivate to get
They forget they can't take it with them
That their greed is for naught
As their breaths draw short, scythe draws closer
Leaving them alone in their suffocating solace.
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