Life is Pain?

I have felt something gnawing at me

I can’t quite put my finger on it

Is it the dark clouds of death lingering

Or something else, perhaps things yet to be

It hinders me, destroying my will

My mind

And worst of all, my body

Imagine being unable to move

Everything is stiff, unwilling to comply

Much like the people I see in this damn thing called society

What is there to do, when we actually have nothing to begin with

Are we to cling to our feeble lives?

Or are we to charge towards the inevitable?

Either way, it doesn’t make a damn difference.