Aspirations of death

The absence of hope.
Within which lies power,
Freedom from the chains,
Which doggedly enslave,
Coaxing an existance,
In dibilitating reigns,

As puppets on the strings,
Of a satirical God,
Mocking our lives,
With the wages of sin,
Hope springs eternal,
Again and again,

Cursing us with,
This will to survive,
Existing because I must,
For my family,
For my friends,

So I wait,
I exist,
As the mite on a lens,
Life-my parasite,
Hope-my sin,

I know not the meaning,
Of this life contrived,
Patiently I wait,
For my sweet demise.



                                                -Poet_Laurete-