Forced to remember all the cruelty in life,
Erasing every thought with a single slice of a knife;
Accepting the fact that nothing can be suppressed,
Repeating the torture of each year, feeling possessed.
Hating the days that continue onward.
Overwhelmed by the misery of being a coward,
Praying for it all to be subsided,
Expecting that within life you’ll be guided
—only to remember our path is a lonely place,
a place, where there’s always something to chase...
Fear and Hope
Is upon this earth,
Where we are learning how to cope
Since the day of our birth.
