How... ?

Do you question the inner workings of 'life' sometimes? So do I.

how does this work?
this life of angst and fear?
without a true happiness in sight, without a savior.
how does one give himself a gleeful smile?
there is nothing to give a grimace about.
there is not a reason to give a scowl.
how does one chuckle without another?
there is no other of such a caliber.
without equality one is within death's grasp.
without glee.
one with angst,one with fear is bound to be destroyed by self infliction.
one with a knife in his minds eye shall become as the dust from whence he came.
one with a death wish for humanity shall surely die. death, such a morbid beauty.
death, such anguish.
death, what a pity.
death, what delight.
how?