Shadow

This shadow
of an existence
we call life is a dark one.
For life is the ultimate punishment.
For as we live life
we are but a fraction
of what we could be,
should be.
For the Gods and their trickery
knows no bounds.
For as they dangle immortality
before our eyes,
like a dog watches a bone,
we salivate for what is
rightfully ours.
For life is nothing
but an amusement park for the Gods.
And we, the clowns,
making fools of ourselves,
show the pathetic nature
of our state.
But their trickery runs deeper.
For suffering and agony are our
only release from this tantalization.
For death is the true birth we all seek.