The Romans were right.
Be it death, be it life,
One can bear anything.
When the waves go rough,
Hold on to nothing.

Layered with guilt and destruction,
You wrestle with the past.
"You can start anew"; a lie,
There's no such thing as an empty canvas.



You live in ruins,
You build on ruins,
People surrounding you like relics.
You cannot create a starting point.
Embrace the past,
and never abandon any memory,
Be it beautiful, be it cruel.

I've seen it there
I've seen it here
I've seen it vaguely and robust

I've turned away
I've witnessed it not
It I've rejected, and I've sought

A story mundane
and fantastic too
Is it the same for me and you?

I've asked these questions
and I've answered them
This I've done time and again

I've seen misery as it burned
In my ribcage
And then a flower bloomed

I've known why
But known not how
I've lived back then and in the now

I've believed lies
I've believed what's true
Which is it now? I wish I knew!

A world woven
Seam by seam
Half reality and half a dream

Screamed from high
And whispered from low
As we sway to and fro

Master of a fate
Not mine
In a world cruel and kind

I've played chess long enough
To know that one step may cut my head off
And that I'll rise again like a phoenix


And I'll die.

Two thousands stabs burning
Blood oozing
Red grass and a night lit by eyeballs
Frogs sit on strands of hair
And eat fingernails
instead of flies
And my soft whispers **** the quietness of the earth
As it unleashes the beasts
"Come to me, brothers and sisters."

You vanished.
Your replacement,
It doesn't fool me.

There were times when my mother and I barely had food to eat.
Locked in a room, waiting for a sunshine. Victims of abuse.
There were times when I slept hungry.
Emotionally and physically hungry.
Those times are long gone,
some scars cannot be undone.
Ugly bruises mark you, mark you as the prey.
When in reality,
You are the hunter.

...You are a wonderful man...
But you don't know my scars,
all the things I've been through.

...And yet you survived...
I see now, you don't understand
the reason to commit suicide.

...How can someone do such horrible thing?...
Well, you don't do it because you want to die,
you do it because you can't stand being alive.

Shine on, you crazy diamonds, even when the night covers you.