Red Puddles

The world looks different through its reflection,

twisted and perverted,

dark and subversive,

how bitter it is to swallow,

we breathe night and day,

we struggle to survive,

we yearn just to live,

only to die in the end,

on a journey towards whatever we let ourselves believe,

because we can’t accept,

that there’s nothing after this, otherwise,

what’s the use in living.