we all have a cavity
our hearts, our souls
dipped in a sweet longing
for lust, for love
happiness made of bees wax
the sting, forever etched
on our skins, in every memory
awake and asleep with the pain
stings as cruel as the memories we hold dear
we're all dead, not yet
we can escape, but reality has a rope on our neck
a joke we're alive as we gasp for breath
the world defined by the acute pain
every other day we have to deal
with all our hopes we try
must we continuously bleed til we get rid of the pain?
and yes, we live, barely alive in a hollow world
buried beneath our chest
we must always try to live-
without regrets