Our life is an idea of its own

Your life- nothing but an endless fight.
This pulse, that beats so loud and clear...
One love. One friend, one day, one night.
All shall vanish, if you fear.

Daring to deny the burning flames,
That tear you slowly from within...
Once you collapse, there is no one to blame,
There is no one there to forgive you your sin.

Empty shell, that’s cast away in dormancy,
Forever young, yet silent as death…
One touch. One smell, one voice that fades
With every single ounce of breath…