life is a tease

Every minute is another that blinds you. Life is a tease, naked crying ghost bees. Happiness is dead to me, under the withered tree. Life is a blank memory, to blind you away from your dreams. Nothing it seems, is going to be the center of your scene. Nothing it gleams, will give you the time of the clean. Followed by spirits of evil tangle, followed by bleak voices that angle and mangle.

Life is not worth it, to see half of it in happiness. To be built up, just to be knocked down.

Thrown down, with your face to the ground. Where is god, and all his faces and places? Why doesn’t he set them right in their paces? Noones meant to be happy, noones meant to be free. Noones able to grow and learn, or open their eyes to see. Life is a tease, every minute and hour.

Life is nothing more than a bent and withered flower. So I’ll go to sleep and say forget how you always devour.

Ben Harris - Natural Philosophy