The Blood and Death of Life

By Natepar   

Whose life is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry can you hear me

He gives his life a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound is the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The life is blood, death and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

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Life up and downs and trying too survive !!!