Depth Poem by Matt Logan

This is but a lie.
Hateful words about what i despise.
Carressing hands from all around.
But not to gentle when i'm unwound.

Stepping over the empty grave.
We can't all make it. We all won't be saved.
When you die you carry the stone.
Set upon in your weary throne.

War eternal in every mans heart.
Many gave up. Many didn't start.
Sad ends make us all die.
Live alone to sleep and cry.

The angry mans tears will go away.
When he gives up his life and stows away.
His end he brought himself in this society.
Why can't this man see his insanity.