ESSENCE

Forever born.

Forever die.

Stuck in between,

Says the living's eye.

Alive is dead,

And death,

Alive.

To feed upon the gift of life.

Immortal is not truth,

But lies.

To take the blood,

The sweat,

The tears,

And feed from happiness,

Their hopes,

Their fears.

To choose is not

What one should want.

Eternal is tempting,

But at the cost,

Would surely only be a loss.