No Cure

Why am I thinking of this construction,
About death's alluring decay?
Just a belief of this destruction,
Could end all this dismay.

Life always has been so cruel,
With its deadly aroma of pain,
This maleficent tool,
Is just driving me insane.

Life is the end of you and me,
Life will always end in misery.
It bring in the chaos of tomorrow,
And drives in more sorrow.
Yet life is the cycle we all must endure,
But for this pain, there is no cure.

What is all this talk of destiny?
Why do these aches follow me?
Is it because they hate me?
Or am I all they can see?

Who knows why I am the victim,
How could I fall in this storm?
All this agony lays down these symptoms,
Leaving our minds out of form.

Life is the end of you and me,
Life will always end in misery.
It bring in the chaos of tomorrow,
And drives in more sorrow.
Yet life is the cycle we all must endure,
But for this pain, there is no cure.

I wish I could survive my own defeat,
But I only seem to lose my grip.
All of this feels overwhelming, these feats,
But my thoughts are of life's slow drip.

All my life I wished to be loved back,
But I know she was only a fallacy of my dreams.
We fall down to this deep fact,
Of these lonely seems.

Life is the end of you and me,
Life will always end in misery.
It bring in the chaos of tomorrow,
And drives in more sorrow.
Yet life is the cycle we all must endure,
But for this pain, there is no cure.

Ripped apart by wishes of eternal happiness,
As I lose my grip on reality.
My depression and its sadness,
Brings us even less morality.

Visions of past and present,
Brings on more despair,
Fooled by life's own irrelevance,
Ending it so unfair.

Life is the end of you and me,
Life will always end in misery.
It bring in the chaos of tomorrow,
And drives in more sorrow.
Yet life is the cycle we all must endure,
But for this pain, there is no cure.

As I fall into the imaginary,
I become so mean.
Yes, I know of the stress I carry,
How this life became so keen.

This life ends with me,
Along with all its insecurities.
Don't worry the afterlife fails to be obscene,
It has been cleared of all impurities.

Life is the end of you and me,
Life will always end in misery.
It bring in the chaos of tomorrow,
And drives in more sorrow.
Yet life is the cycle we all must endure,
But for this pain, there is no cure.

Slacking around is all that you will do,
And be entertained constantly.
But why is that not good enough for you?
Happiness is lost too frequently.

Yes life is a burden of truth,
And all of us wish that hate would die.
Just pay the toll at the booth,
You death is the cost of the freedom you wish to buy.

Now go on,
End with this win,
You know there is con,
Because self-righteousness comes from sin.