Life is An Endless Act of Suffering

My veins, are likened to rivers flowing endless pain 

My body is a laboring factory, that only produces anxiety 

My mind it does not stop, being so distraught 

The images before my eyes, are only memories that I despise 

- DD

Reviews

[Isolophobe]

reminds me of a lyric from a sholi song: "all that we can see exists in memory."

its a strange concept, and a bit tragic. its difficult to love memories when they feel so far away. the first two lines are expertly written. I know a thing or two about that ceaseless production of anxiety. no fun at all.

[Emotionally Blank yet F..]

I really like this. I can relate to it so well because I feel it soo often! Great job!