THE MEANING OF LIFE

life is an accomplishment
death is the result
is it right to cry out in pain?
and sob in uselessness?
should i bother fighting back?
or just let the darkness
envelope me in sweet numbness

for now all i can do
is sit and dwell in the horriffic pain
of dreamscape thoughts and illusions
all my thoughts and plans
will play out in my head

where only sweet escapism
will steal me from here
in my pathetic remorse