Live even when you want to die, When having strength to fight no longer You set your teeth and want to cry Because the pain is getting stronger. When suffering in silent strife Your spirit is already tired Of groaning in this jail of life, And nonexistence is desired. When you cannot endure your pains, Do not let death embrace your body. The blood is icy in its veins, Its tongue transfixes everybody. The eyes of death are blank and cold, They tear to pieces and devour. Its ruthless hands so strongly hold The reins of so enormous power. When seeking peace, on the deathbed To fall asleep do not endeavor. Be open-eyed and look ahead, Face troubles boldly more than ever. With time the pain will go away, To heal all wounds the time is able. But if you choose the death one day, You will be eaten on its table. And being breathless, deaf and blind With ground your body will be covered. Fight for the life, and to your mind Its beauty will be once discovered.
Every gust of wind invited a sense of peace into her non existent will to pretend she was okay. Stepping outside, the wind blew onto her face, through her hair, through her thick skin. For once there was a slim apologetic figure of beauty in the world. Alive for that brief gust of air, she apologized to the wind. She only felt apologetic to the wind and it was not her fault. Tired of being abandoned, she claims the wind will never leave her to feel uninvited to life's party.