In peace with it
Walking alone in life
With just a knife
just walking the empty streets
while years pass so fast wanting to rebuild
like only the innocents
my soul shattered
evil pumping my heart instead of loving blood
memory's rest while me grieve
waking eyes in the frightening rain
making them know were drenched in pain
we face reality
no one wishes for love to erase grief
becoming who we are
but yet, why so anti-livable?
