Existence

[Cyanide Addiction]

I am constantly questioning my existence
While realizing my own mortality
Some applaud my persistence
Some point out of the futility
And some just damn my existence

When I need direction
I ask the world and all my friends
"How do I fix this imperfection?"
Some say I just have to see it to all ends
While others damn my spiritual resurrection

I don't tell other's to bring themselves down
But I tell them to simply be fair
Some do this without a frown
But others need greed like the need air
I simply need a love that won't bring me down

But all these words I speak
They barely describe me in my entirety
Others attempt to destroy what they must first seek
Thus all they know about me is my mortality
Their breath must really smell because their words reek

Now do you think it's me you know?
Or am I just a passing soul
Are you ready to get up and go?
Or do you not even know your role
At least my own existence is my own to keep or let go..

 

[SQY]

That was amazing.

 

[SasoriOfTheRedSaand]

:T_T:

 

[Kyuubi Uzumaki]

good one

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[Cyanide Addiction]

Fixed a few things, sorry about the mess at first. :|

 

[neilson]

awesome!