The Life Of A Sinner Iv Poem by Locura Alaam

When life to one does really seem
To be no more than just a dream
His kins a part, and every friend
Of what the mind of his did blend
To make a world where he exist
Compelled to live and just persist
Against the plight and so much pain
That he would think "What's there to gain? "
What reason would compel him thus
And make him live the way he does
While he could haste his certain death
And have at last his final breath?