A CURSE OR A GIFT (poem)

Life is precious, and the sky is blue
But for me, I don’t believe it’s blue
By living in such a filthy place
I feel like my life is put to waste.

So why don’t you just bleed
Cause I won’t do what you plead
Life is such an insane game
So don’t put yourself to blame.

Which do you prefer? Living here or in hell?
Don’t ask me because I can’t tell
Life is what makes people drift
So what do you think? Is it a curse or a drift?