Every word and shout and thought and tear
Is our defense against the world all around
Because this world fills us with fear,
And then does all it can to confuse and confound.
We lose ourselves in the whirlwind of human nature,
Forever content to keep ourselves alive,
Despite the sacrifice of the souls once pure
Now stained crimson by the one selfish drive.
And even those who wish nothing more than to heal,
Eventually succumb to the adverse fate.
As their hope warp and twist them until they can't feel,
And slowly they begin to be surrounded by hate.
Because you either die a hero,
Or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Stab yourself with a bloodied arrow
Or destroy yourself while screaming in pain
You can't save anyone.
All you've done is hurt them more.
And if I've become that monster, what reason do I have to stay alive?
