life is death and death is life

What has my life come to? 

I keep spinning a million times like a pile of laundry that never gets clean. The dirt is engraved in my bones like words leaving marks on a stone. 

It all repeats itself, like a melody that keeps going over and over again. 

My head’s in the clouds, up high away from what’s here. 

I used to think I got kidnapped to a much darker world, but what if that’s where I truly belong? What if here; this earth, isn’t where I’m supposed to be. 

Life’s become so grey lately. My poor eyes forgot how colors look like. 

My heart is calm like a storm resting after shattering every surface it came across. There's nothing more to shatter. All the trees died like a giant losing battels. 

If only things were clearer. I could’ve found a way out, could’ve seen a road; leading to what’s beyond. 

Life is death and death is life; an irony that holds us hostage every day.