How do we stay alive in this cruel world
The air we breathe is filled with a think and scummy mold
Which seeps into our lungs and grows
Like moss on our veins
A light fuzzy crust which consumes our thoughts and controls our ways
What if I spend my life working and worrying away only to die before i get to see the light of day.
To never know a purpose. To think there is no purpose. To always be too close to slipping away.
Almost to say I never existed and the sins committed don’t need to be lifted because nothing is real anyways.




















