Eternal bliss

A Poem by Denver T.

What it feels to be born and death awaiting the soul.

To be or not to be
An eternal philosophy
To crawl out from the mortal womb as i shed the tear of life that has been given to me to want and have things i never knew existed
To claw my way to success in which i did not need as i plead my way to sanity as the darkness overthrew me and took my crown
It fades over time as i pray my way to sleep
Beyond the damn nation that beckons my eternal resting place as i slumber in an ever green of lustful taste.
My dreams haunt me
My thoughts control me
I am but a man
To stand in front of the gods as if i am worthy
I am but not worthy of thy divinity of the heavens that pursue me.
Together as we come
Alone as we go
To be or not to be me