Hell on earth isn't so bad, I've been through the dust of the past settling upon the horizon;
I've seen the end of hopelessness, witnessed my wildest fantasy's crumble like the autumn
leaves on a tree.
but i endure, off of 2 hours of rest; my body runs on prayers..
fueled by water, with no words to make the days feel softer..
the time has come where i must commit to myself or be tossed down stream by the
vengeful currents of life.
I've tried, and i'm still trying to search for something greater than nothing.
The horrible suspense is enough to drive tame people insane;
but i endure, as my soul is different.. intertwined by the tragedies of 100 years of oppression..
isolation is my only friend now. It grips my thoughts faster than I can release them.
but I let it, in hopes one day things will have a better outcome.
but whatever dreams may come.