Alone in the darkness
among the doors of confusion
the screams of the heartless
only heard by condemned in seclusion
In the duality mirrors,
life smiles at me in one hand,
death stares at me in the other.
To make everything clearer,
one question for each is planned,
although my enlightenment is for another.
The art of the desperate,
the seeking of our hearts pleasure.
Death, what is Life for the helpless?
for the the ones without leisure.
Life is War.
I hate War.
At the end,
there is never change.
Torn by half-truths,
I gaze at the other reflection.
Life, why cant I be happy with what I have?
always looking for perfection.
Life is Hope.
I love Hope.
At the end,
there is always more.
I said liars!
smashed the illusions
they vanished in blue fire
inside my soul in fusion.
Feeling down and rejected,
shackled by my own lies,
I want life as reflected
in the energy of my love's eyes.
Life is War.
Life is Hope.
A war won by hope,
the kind that has no scope,
but inside one self
between beginning and end.