LifeA Poem by Somber EyesThe first poem I ever wrote.Is life worth living? I don't know; Sometimes it seems That it goes too slow. Then, at other times, It goes too fast; It seems that life Will never last.
Do we have the right To talk about life? The man upstairs Is the one with the knife. As the Master of Puppets, He will cut our strings; And then, through the halls, Our screams will ring. © 2012 Somber Eyes |
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Added on November 16, 2012 Last Updated on November 16, 2012 Author
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