Everyday we wonder how long this torment will last
How long we will endure this pain, the confusion
This endless suffering that seeps into every crack of our being,
Invades every place of joy,
And destroys every thread of hope.
Everyday we long to remember a time of pleasure,
A time when this tyrannical monster didn’t threaten our existence.
A time when love, hidden behind the beauty of the sky would engulf everyone
And everything in a since of peace and happiness,
Looking down upon us, dropping by for unsuspecting couples.
A time when screams were just a vague memory,
And the sun proudly emitted its glory.
A time when happiness was more then a thought; and love, a reality.
Our memory’s slowing fading away,
We cry out, through the thick, musty air
Filled with the screams of the others,
Through the smell of the freshly shed blood that only grows stronger,
And the haze of death that distorted every thought, and invaded all hope.
This was our home, our grave, our very existence,
A tortured soul among the others, a scream in a lake of screams.
Everyday we endure this pain, this endless suffering,
Longing for a day of peace,
Desperately searching for an end that will never come,
A death that will never be written,
A confusion that will never part.
Everyday we will suffer this endless torment,
Punished for our actions,
Controlled by a monster,
And pitied by none.
