[the Sad Pieces Of Me...] Poem by Empath In flames

The sad pieces of me…

Everything dies in the end,
So what are we even
Fighting for?
An endless battle,
To an inevitable fate,
We try to crawl to the surface.
Only to be throw back into the ravenous
Eyes of the world as it continues to drag
Us down leaving imprints, footprints
Only to be washed away with a single tear.

Everyone cries towards the loss of love,
As though loss in itself,
Doesn’t have enough emotion as it is…
We continue to carry a burden of tears
Trying not to overflow or become
Drowned in what we forgotten to say…

Everyone lies before the end,
As though it makes a difference in what we really mean. We whisper peace to
The dear departed, and kiss the truth
Away. But in the end does it even really matter? Do words paint the bigger
Picture… Does silence speak louder if you
Have nothing left to say.

The saddest part of all is that everything
Dies for a reason, In order to create life…
But If the one you love is lost, how can
You live on fighting for what is right…
And if life is worth fighting for, why do
We have to die at all?

Everything dies in the end…
Everything dies in the end…
Everything dies in the end…
Everything dies….

The End.