Life Through Death by Michelle Ackmann

I stare into the world through dead eyes-
never feeling, never touching,
never allowing myself to experience the joys
life may have to offer.

In the harshness of daylight, I see the world as it is-
tall buildings that cast blinding reflections,
cracked pavement, old buildings with peeling paint,
angry people, war, famine, and death.

Death strikes fear into many people's hearts,
but it doesn't stop us from taking risks that
allow death to carry out the warrants on our lives-
leaving us helpless and dangling from its stone grasp.

I no longer fear death, but rather welcome it at times.
It's easier to embrace the idea of death because
it saves us from feeling pain, sorrow, and the ever growing emptiness that surrounds us in
the land of the living.

In this world, there are both angels and demons
walking around masquerading around as humans.
Our souls become lost in the fine line
between good and evil.
Our world is the devil's playground, to say the least.

Where there is good and evil,
there will always be the myth of whether
heaven and hell truly exist.

We can try our hardest to repent our sins,
but in the end our sins are the only thing
that make us human.

It is only in death that we truly live,
lost in the limbo called life.

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Life Through Death
by Michelle Ackmann
copyright 04-21-2005

Age Rating: 16 to 127