What Is Life? Poem by Makayla Johnson

What is life?
Fire light,
a question asked,
a layered mask
of fear and thought and love,
of the dove
the one that flies
asking whys
as it glides on broken wings.

Oh, he sings,
and it rings
and it lingers in the air
past the fair
golden hair of a lion.
And he's cryin'
and he's livin' for the kill
and the spill
of the blood.

A bleeding flood
seeping down
past the frown
upon the face
of a women dressed in lace,
of the chase of the land
in the sand
waterfall
leaping, dying all
a rusty red.

In my head,
oh the light
in the eyes of the life
always fight for the everlasting will!
Makes no sence, take the pill
brings a sail of golden hope
to be crushed, washed with soap,
clean and dead.

Oh the river's full of lead,
dark and flowing
poison glowing,
specked with gold
in the mold
sold for life
but worth nothing, strife
is what it brings.

And still he sings!
The broken dove
who brings love,
and tears away
another day
we will die
and leap through the sky
to an abyss,
to the mist.
to the lost and the forgotten,
the spoiled and the rotten
underground.

Never found,
never thought,
life has left and sought
out newer, better forms
in the empty,
never tempt me
to burn again.

Put out by rain,
I've been slain by the knife.

What is life?