Monday, September 20, 2021

Dissected Mess

If I were dissected they'd find nothing
My mind and soul bisected
The damnation of my physical being
My body deeply decayed
Due to years broken inside
Every breath, another second
The life before me has passed
Every day of life
A dose of cyanide
If life is a fatal disease
Regardless of belief
Religious or not
You'll never get out
You can't escape,
No one does
Whether you have faith
Or remain deep in doubt
You can only know by doing
And only once, at that