One dark hole,
five black spirals,
three bright lights flashing.
The bleakness of the world falls
around the feet of many.
Stumbling fools make their way through life
without a care, without a hope.
Jabbering morons talk their way through situations,
not a real thought crosses their mind.
The stepping stones of life
are only as big as you make them.
And the larger the foot,
the more they take for granted.
The river stops for no one.
Five black spirals plunge
into one dark hole.
A final resting place for some,
but three turn toward the bright light.
The misery of life,
can be escaped by only the innocent.
Those pure at heart and soul are unlikely to be found.
The darkened souls over populate
and the Reaper is never far behind. |
Submission Name: He follows
