Life and Death

Life is a cruel mistress, Death is my wife.
I'm stuck knowing I have Death for life,
Until Death due us part, in sickness...
But life is my passion in the darkness,
Life can make the dull winter shades bright,
Death can make a summer day dark as night.
Life keeps expecting me to call it off with death,
She tries seducing me, but it tests like meth.
I don't want to live like an addict,
I'd rather die low on habits.
But that's how it goes, I suppose, right?
You live til you die, and no longer, right?
We all are going to that same destination,
No need for paranormal investigations,
Tell Mulder and Sculley to sit this one out,
"We all suffer and its meaningless!" I shout,
No one listens or seems to understand,
"We all deserve to die, in this desolate land!"
This turned some heads, if only for a minute.
"No one can save you, not even the Senate,
No law can be passed to end all of the strife,
My lawyer said, I can't divorce this wife.
Not even if she goes Lorena with a kitchen knife
Yet I cling to my mistress, as if dear life!
Love and Death are twins like DeVito and Arnie.
I'd like them better if they were like Burt and Ernie.
Hear me oh my friends, there is an end
to each of our stories, right around the bend.
One day you will not exist, nor will your friends,
One day gone will be the victories that we win,
One day this all will be ancient history,
And students will try and solve the mystery,
Of why did we do the things that we do,
The answer: Dooby-dooby-doo."