Life spirals out of control before it can be caught
It disappoints the most deserving of people
Breaks hearts,
Breaks minds
Holds onto the deepest insecurities
And corrupts you,
It can hold miracles,
But only for those who search
Search for love
Search for pain
Passion,
It creates us
Creates our bones, our blood, our souls
The fire that drives us runs out
Our bodies tired, old and fragile
Second chances cannot be
The only choice, push through the pain
Hold on to tranquil memories
Lost loves, our own creations
Our art of living,
Is needed to be wrapped into us
Intertwining between heart beats
Laughter and hope,
At the end all we’re left with is regret
The what if
The longing of turning back the clock
Or ending our lives sooner than they had begun
We are born dead, only through life, agony and lust
Are we truly alive
Reborn anew,
Many never born at all.