aday inlife

in The face of my death,I laugh..never to be heard. the screams of every living thing.the fall of one..Man's dreams.,there they stand as a great wall,but in the moment of truth,I shall be crushed.and as the fallen pieces of my life,comes to a end Here comes the rain with a distance sound as if it were pounding holes in my flesh,with blood dripping out I scream up to my maker.what do we have here truth well the depth of my life is shallow and with every passing day I pray as if it were my last day on this earth..