drkninja3

The stench of humanity is overpowering It consumes me to my very existence Makes me wonder if this is all worth The ascending into greater things. Life changes constantly Innocence grows in children Intent and the beast develops Into adults possessed with success At whatever cost of soul or life. A delicious sense of futility One would tend to think The clock stops at any time Batteries will run out. The sort that cannot be recharged Success and victory come at a price One must make amends Before it is too late. One thinks they are immortal Consumed by what is life And tend to forget that indeed We grow older day by day Our senses weaken