Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Whispers of life from the dead

I have been dejected
I have felt remorse
I have had worst encounters
By the enemy called life

I don't know how
I don't know why
I am betrayed
By the enemy called life

It is trashing my heart
It is killing my soul
It is piercing my mind
This enemy called life

I am thankful
I am grateful
That I could end it today
This enemy called life

1 comment:

Jujubie said...

Life can go both ways
Optimism brings pure endless joy
Pessimism conjures a wirl pool of sadness
Bottomline its our choice

Like silver, life needs some tending to
Let it be, there will be no shine
A little effort goes a long way
Be it night or day, its our choice

Somedays things go our way
We then feel on top of the world
Somedays things go all wrong
We then feel out of our mind

But somehow, if we think abt it
Downfalls make victories sweeter
Victories cushions any downfalls
In the end it really is our choice