What's The Purpose?

Red lips are sewn by the threads of fate,
Bright blue eyes disguise feelings of hate.
Pierced ears are deaf to the world outside,
For this soul there's no place to hide.

Simple pleasures don’t mean much,
After lust has left it's touch.
When love is gone and the heart is broke,
Life itself has been revoked.

Laughter lingers in the air,
Words become too hard to bare.
Blood is all these wrists can cry.
The purpose of this life is to die.

Poem by Siyas

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