Living to Die

Living an eternal fight
Constantly feeding off strife
Give into it with all of your might
Just to try and make it seem right
To make sense of your own life.

Some live their whole lives searching for meaning
Everything happens all at once
Not comprehending the images your seeing
Life always teasing
Living one thought at a time for months.

With nothing to give.
And wanting to cry.
Life is to a sieve.
Which only brings..?
Why are we dieing to live?
If we are only living to die?
---Copyright 05 (c) -- JP