struggle and bleed

What's life anyway
if not pain and suffer
and words waisted away?
The end of it seems far
but so close i wish it to come
sipping my coffee plan black
sitting at the table of a bar.
Where's happyness hidden
when rain and sadness mash
in a single droplet so harsh.
What's serenity all about
if one idiotly follows the flow of the crowd?
What's the meaning of esistence
while Nirvana's got a better sentence!
Why struggle and bleed
when death is such a sweet seed