ManWho am I?
What am I?
I am a mass of atoms, a trash heap
that one day was born from a single cell,
that soon will die with the toll of a bell,
buried underground, forty fathoms deep.
I am nothing but dead skin, flesh and bones.
Able to hurt and able to feel pain,
an Animal that slays and will be slain,
fading away with countless growls and groans.
Striving to survive, eager to prevail,
smothering others to avoid our own fall,
hating, killing for no reason at all,
we do not realize we are destined to fail.
We are nothing but our own deadly bane,
rotten, decayed, dehumanized, hollow,
twisted paths of self-destruction we follow,
'til the last one drowns in his own bloodstain.