Messy Life

Life has been discern already
It takes a guts to see its falsity
Equality is a delusion
Mortals mind immortal imagination
Longevity is a possession
That will make you a slave of your own

Life teaches me something
To recieve nothing
But desolation
Life cutted my wings
And became a fragment of others dreams
I am now a feather
Needed when in fear
Step of others for them to rear
My pre nature became rare

Life is a capital RIP
You want to rest
And wish for the best
But here she is
Nonetheless
A demoiselle with a tiara
Comes with an ugly face like a beast

Life is a mess kid
I was burried alive
Stab unexpected
Became antiquated
Capacity under estimated
Kept in the deep
Life makes me alively dead