What is waiting for me? I hate the unknown
Does this what makes life beautiful? Or the tomb?

Darkness sets in and i bleed again
I close my eyes and wait for my end

I lost faith in humanity and myself
A tear escapes my eye before my last breath

I hold my wound and curse my luck
Coward or brave? I know not

A shining silver nail and my stitched veins
A story of a lonely kid experiencing numbness and pain

Words Of Harfouchism