Life is so confusing.
It's a game we are all losing.
The will to live vanishing,
It's all too confusing.
Death seems imminent,
Even though it is so permanent.
There's a room,
Which holds my doom.
I don't know where my mind is going,
Or if it is slowing.
But I do know my face,
Is no longer glowing.
For soon, the blood will be flowing.
And I will be dead,
Without others knowing.
the rythem of this poem reminds me of Willie wanka and the chocolate factory... when they are going throught that tunnel thingy.... yea.. ne wayz.. liked it hto... goood job
