From mystery to void
we fall,
Life's a thread, so fragile, thin.
Laughing, trembling, hear the call...
Where does the joke of life begin?
Each breath leads closer to the end,
A leap that never seems to cease.
Thoughts unravel, none defend,
A fleeting taste of hollow peace...
Can’t stop dying, falling slow,
In the spiral, highs and lows.
Every step, a dance to fade,
Life’s a slap: both curse and trade!
A graveyard whispers in my chest,
Each day a tombstone in disguise.
We’re numbers in the cosmic jest,
Chasing truths that spin in lies.
Balancing on the edge of fate,
The masquerade of life parades.
Threads we weave can’t hesitate,
Unraveling till laughter fades.
Mocking echoes, time unwinds,
Life’s but a leap, a fleeting spark.
The joke persists, yet none define:
The light ahead? Or endless dark?
Can t stop dying
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