Untitled Poem

**Here's another little ditty. I wrote this back in high school almost accidentally as part of an assignment forcing on opposites. Sorry, its another depressing poem. Thanks for reading!**

Light though shadow,

Like a breeze against a candle;

Death is life no more.

They said war is peace,

But with no other planet to lease,

Life ceased to roar.

That's what you get,

So don't throw a fit;

Nothing is really wrong...

All are dead,

The worms are fed;

Six feet under is where we belong.