The more I live the less I like it
the more I see the less will fit
every day like the one before
only each new day has new pain in store
always chipped and broken in more tragic ways yet
though I thought I had hit the worst it would get
did you know that life is magic stuff?
it always knows how to be cruel and rough.
needles of life pierce me and drain my soul
leaving me as black as coal.
bridges fall and earthquakes tumble
yet from my heart there is no mumble
there is in life a sadistic glee,
as it focuses rage at me
hate to say it, but it's a fact
life is a poorly staged tragedy written in just one act.
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