Written by Kay
Answers we don’t have,
But questions are forming
Based on a hypothesis:
we assumed our conclusions
and now it’s set in stone.
What is and what isn’t?
What must be the purpose of this life
that we try to give meaning to every step of the way.
Why is it that we feel guilt?
Our conscience is alive, so very alive!
It always will make one feel the weight of nothingness.
Go ahead and spill your guts,
Looking at the spilled blood and gore of the battle.
No one is trying to attain peace, they are all just trying to keep the facade long enough
so that the stairs are of corpses, and souls linger around.
Would my soul try and grab the feet of those who are killers
to stop them from reaching the high end of the reality of life?
Or will it be as scared as I to even move a bit out of the mold?
