At times we want to cry

But the tears inside

Have already died

The pain it hurts

Our hear is ready to burst

The blood in the vain

Is ready to decay

For what’s the use

If this life of ours is filled with pain

Again and again

We make the same damn mistake

For what’s at stake

Is an illusion of our fate

Who am I to say what’s right?

This world of ours is like sparking dynamite

What will be the cause for it to ignite?

Hate, Pain, Despair, and Grudge

All of it is STILL floating alive

You’d probably think that our world has had enough

Day by day our lives turn rough

Caused by indecisive decisions mad long ago

It seems like everyone has lost all hope

Reflected upon what we believe is true

Lays a mystery that we never knew

For the darkness that we never see

Is hidden by others in discrete