They say,
"To everything is an end
Even death itself,
Love will always blossom with hate by its side"
But shall i loose my hope with the existance of misery?
Alas,
I lie awake
Seeking peace to compromise my thoughts
I find but one wise
*Religion*
A work of Art i must obey
Thee consolation to my emptness
Daily must i loose to my self
Patiently awaiting with trust
Someday, it all will be finished.
If only it where simple!
"Belive" they say.
