To Live And Die Relentlessly Poem by Madrason .

Everything we do is ending
we are so demanding
forget we write our death
instead of living
why do we need to fight
against an absurd light
why do we think we fail
when we're just
or for a moment frail
suggesting our fragility
like a fruit-fly fruitlessly
we lie and do defy
whom we really want to be
because we love infinity
we do not like to define
our selves so definitely
inclined ….......
the spooky writer 's
open end which loves
to lend a helping hand
to some one so close-by
the here and now
the you, the me, the I
in We.....
to live and die
relentlessly. M