Existential crisis

My demons walk, wherever I walk.

Perched on my shoulders, both sides.

My heart is a soldier, that goes to war.

But loses to my mind. Every time!

I get high, I forget, I'm alive.

Eyeballs roll to the back of my head, my soul releases and flys away!

To the heavens above.

Kissed by an angel, sent back to earth.

Life is a lie, realised that since birth.

The pain that we feel, only exists, so we can experience happiness.

Memories, love, hatred and pain, these are the lesson in life we must brave.

So when our physical dies, and we dissipate, our reincarnates are a little greater.

Animated Death is how I'd describe.

The life that we live, a dream with the guise.

Of a place we exist, we open our eyes, anothers eyes close.

We live as they die.

A perpetual cycle, revolves never breaks.

A long line of tests, the each and all takes.

But why are we tested? Why do some of us make, the choice to end it all, and snuff the one flame.

We know that we have!

Should we not seize the day.

And reach for the heights, that only very few make.

Cause after all, we know not what awaits.

Religion says hell, or those pearly gates.

Philosophy says, burnt, or in an earthy grave.

But what about our energy, what form does that take?

Where does it go?

What does it do?

Will we ever know?

My only guess is we'll find out when we're through!

I'd like to think, we never really die.

We rebirth, from the earth our new version arises.

To kreep through the capillaries of any other lives, inhaling our lost energies, inhabit them til it's time.

To invade the ovaries, to rest in the whomb.

Become another being, 2.0 the old you.

Lives in their memories, in turn they have less pain.

Less struggles and strife, they learned from your old ways!!!