Life is <br /> fake, <br />life is <br /> real, <br />life: <br /> a concept, <br /> thoughtless spiel. <br /> <br />Flesh bag, flesh sag, <br />stitched to fragile bone, <br />jelly eyes <br /> suck the light, <br />as brain <br /> devours the whole. <br /> <br />Gibbered lips, <br /> cast to the air <br /> the only tale they're told, <br />a truth, a truth, <br /> that casts no light <br /> beyond it's owners trail. <br /> <br />as curtain falls, <br /> night takes its bow, <br /> and words, they fade away. <br /> <br />a history, cast out of sight, <br />henceforth to be unknown.<br /><br />Christopher Withers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-82/
