Game of life

Life's like a game where the objective no one knows but many suggest it might be wealth, love,pleasure or religion but in the end its just a path of pain with the occasional joyful bowness or sinkho

FREE ME

They say you make beauty with the ash

But the ice coursing through my veins refuses to melt

Denying me that privilege

 

Put me in a hydrogen room with a box of matches

LET the spark take me to you

Let my soul be free from this virtual hell

 

All this time I’ve been stuck in a see of lemmings with a looking glass to a better realm

Unable to reach it; unable to touch that ideal life

This thing they call life is just a twisted game; for the weak of mind and soul

But if I’m here: I too must have chosen it over the alternative

Still this game was built to brake your ghost and send you down a darker path; just a masochistic game where the strong die and the week love!!!!! 

Author's Note

Life's like a game where the objective no one knows but many suggest it might be wealth, love or religion but in the end it's just a path of pain with many forks and side trails with the occasional joyful bowness or sink hole but that all lead to the same place in the end.