Why do I want to keep on crying
and not stop even for a second,
and to scream all my heart and ribs out
so that it would ache and I would cough up blood
and would scream more at looking at that sight?
Then I would look around and laugh
at my foolishness of moving on
and trying to stand up when I know
that my feet are bound by big, heavy iron rods.
Why do I feel like I'm addicted to unhappiness
when my heart only desires happiness?
Or maybe there is no heart.
It's all dark now. Is it dark?
Wasn't it supposed to be red,
red like the emerald, or is it dark?
Dark like the black diamond mixed with graphite.
Look deeper into it.
Try to find what I haven't been able to determine for so long.
