Live

The distant screams of hell,
echoed through the twisted corridors of time.
To lay the curse of the dead,
on the living.

The tortured souls of the damned,
ripped by the agony of two thousand years.
Of endless hypocritical,
bullshit religions.

The fear of dying now becomes so great,
that we forget that we live to die.
And we die to live,
for no one can live unless he has first died.

Pain filled hours of sleep,
waking in cold sweat.
Praying to a god that isn't there.
Reaching out for warmth, finding none.

There is no comfort for those who know,
only endless bottles and rising smoke.
Everyday brings a new insanity,
and every night scarring nightmares.

Yet blindly we live,
blundering through each day.
Each thinking, hoping they know,
yet we know nothing.