The Torrents of Existence

Life sends torrents after me,
Life commends; better me,
This isn't blasphemy,
It shouldn't ever be,

They keep on saying "no pain no gain",
That's why they love it if all men go train,
Disciplined by the arcane of cane,
Disciple of the fabled old fame,

Aiming for the best,
Training over mass,
Of course being better than the rest,
Off-course; seeing further than the mess,

In life, it's necessary to be a sniper,
A long range mercenary toting a rifle,
Shooting further subduing all of our rivals,
Looting as we're moving through our short life's aisle.

Depression

Questioning the reasoning,
Behind why I'm deafening,
Haih, it's an irrigation,
Of an irritation,

I'll keep on wondering,
Resultless in pondering,
Is it cuz I'm an underling,
That I deserve a sundering?

No need to respond,
I'm already desponded,
If you ever re-spawn,
I'll make sure you're pounded,

I feel insecure,
Is there really a cure?
I wanna secure myself right between the doors,
The clock goes tick-a-tock,
The time flows absurdly slow,
When will this stop?
How will I ever know,

In the end I guess,
Call me the exiled night-elf,
I'm here at the scene particulously all by myself,
They wont look at me but toting tattered eyes halved,

I am not throttled,
I'm just in place just like a bottle,
My pose is gonna topple,
To the darkest portal.