These words will not be sad enough,
Until the ink's run a little from the tears,
Nor will they be weak enough,
Unless they are as shaky as my hand,
They will not be desperate enough,
Until they fill every corner of the page,
Searching for hope which is not there.

When life gives you load of ****,

just embrace it with true grit.

Ever wonder this generation as dark ages?
Ever wonder  why peace has bandages?
This society is now spicing up the dark era,
an era that makes every ego goes into pandora.

Black seems gloomy but society makes it cozy.
Peace was so easy but society drags it so heavy.

Now Light dies and so are my lies.
There's no turning back
but to go BLACK.

Peace, a six letter word that is so abyss

a kind of thing that is so breezy and freaky.

The thing that makes the world go wild

and makes all **** so blind.

The one we aim to graveled evilness

and let kindness fight the beast for the best.

For it might be tight but if we fight

all of it will shine so bright.