MorbidReality

Born to die walking through this life, where Joy is but a passer by. many days we spend in anger and some we cry. delusional words " have a nice day" yet is the day truly nice it has its own ups and downs turn arounds and surprises you might say. smile through the rain smile through the pain yet still we cannot escape The strain of this freight train heading straight to the unknown grave. be brave be diligent be vigilant because that this way behind every corner waiting each time you go to sleep hypnotizing you tantalizing you with a dreams that seem like an eternity within a second be grateful to open your eyes and breathe some never make it that far unable to heal from the scars of this morbid reality.