Living has always been done like a chore
Loving has always been treated as a bore
Hating has always been marked as a norm

Though to live is something we treat in leisure
Yet, death seems to be an unforeseeable future
None wants its blood to be wasted on the earth

We paint our days with pictures
Pictures of what we feel we deserve
Even at the tears of others

Most times, we fancy ourselves to live life
We stick to a mindset that doesn't pay
Making our wits to become judgemental

You're so full of yourself
You feel you've become a demigod
Due to height, you may have attained

No one is talking...