You're born.
You go to school.
You work.
You die.
Say it again.
Read it twice.
Look at it a third time.
This is your life:
The same old routine,
again and again and again
and again and again
and again
again.
Again.
All over again.
Like we're animals
for farming;
for killing.
Like we're trapped
on a spherical cage
with no escape.
Born to die.
And the simplicity fatigues me
like you can never understand;
never feel.
And in this moment
I know more than ever:
Death cannot come soon enough.
YOU ARE READING
Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
