Cycle

To breath,
to feel the air
as it rips the cells of your lips;
To kneel,
forgetting your flesh
remembering your creeds;
To walk,
broken in your bones
and mud, on your finger tips;
To love,
as if you have loved forever
but only in your dreams;
And then,
to die a dogs death
as though you have never lived!

This is the life we live
hidden behind the silhouette
of the pain,
that we daily breed.

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