True Meaning

One lonely young man,
Lying on the ground,
Wondering what was happening,
Why all meaning was gone.
The pool of blood grew large,
With it did his guilt.
So many times he had sinned,
Threw his life away.
Wondering, pondering, pleading, screaming,
Nothing was coming,
No one was there.
Just like the way it had always been.
Alone to live,
Alone to die,
Alone to bleed,
Alone to cry.
And then it hit him, like a million bricks,
He finally understood why he lived to die like this.
Maybe it was illusion, maybe fear,
But for the first time in years, he could see clear!
Finally he saw what there was to see,
Life just didn't have a meaning.
All alone it was a joke,
We die to live, we live to die.
He laughed to himself quietly,
And closed his eyes tight.
The pool of blood was large,
And all was dark.