The Smell of Death

Rotting away in a pile of waste Where no men dwell, he makes no haste His feet move to the tune of a hypnotic trance A look in his eyes, puts you in a mystic dance. Hold no fear, for he’s always near When it’s your time, his footsteps you’ll hear As calm as a…

Purpose

Life and death; without one there can’t be the other, They go hand in hand, like long lost brothers. For some it‘s short, but they live like no other For most it’s long, and to stay happy they don’t bother. They blindly follow the person right in front, And walk away with them, till they…