Life

Life is a dream
sometimes it is happy
sometimes it cries
Life could heal, but it could kill too.
I've been cutting inside; wounds crying everytime.
Blood pouring down like red wine falling from the sky.
A puddle of blood that is in delight
Darkness has been around me like a companion.
I wonder what my place in life.
so i ask myself
'is it for pain and misery? ' or 'is it to just roam around within the abyss and the lunacy of darkness? '
Knives would slash like cutting a twig in half.
This is life.
IT MAY KILL.
IT MAY SLASH
I've been through here in circles just circiling in a maze; lost without hope.
Some may say it is a compromise an illusion even that we play on ourselves.
But one day life will be content that day is coming as
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
And weeks pass by...

by Ivan Savinon

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