Poems from Maximilian101
Why were humans made to live?
To suffer,
and wallow,
disheartened, by what the world has to offer
Is there no other fate available to us...
Why should I fear the night,
that cannot touch
this burning light?
Burn, burn, burn,
burn it all;
do your best.
Why should I fear...
In the aftermath of a blaze,
only the ashes are left--
Remnants of a thick haze
scattered and bereft
What way do the winds blow?
--to...