An intense fear of death
Yet a burning hatred of life
A life of yearning for a lover's breath
For which we struggle and writhe

An inherent distaste for pain
But a cruel need to deal so to others
We try to stay calm yet struggle in vain
And refuse to rely on our sweet mothers

Silence can comfort but also destroy
Noise can be a comfort of sorts
Life can be full of love and joy
And can also be very short