Hatred... a nice excuse to put a stop to abuse,
to simply feel that you have been used,
to calmly comprehend.
To ease something out.
These unbearable places in our minds, they exist.
And they matter, they can take hold.
There, the pain soothes our souls into calm water:
flowing water, simple-like-tears.
Tears as they come and go, leaving drought behind.
Leaving empty frames and one too many of everything.

The easy way out is no way out at all,
Our minds subdue to what makes them crawl.
And love ain't it.
Belief is a drug, and it is drugging your brain.
Right now you're nothing but a speck of pain,
Killing the handsome beams of light.
You don't suppose I might fall and yet exist?
Here am I, nor in any less a way I was before.
Before empty night came and took away my light, my might, my song.

It awaits, the light awaits.
And future holds a new set of events,
to make up for lost time,
to bring me some peace, mind you?
Leave me be, just wrong whatever me,
Just lost and feverish me,
Just angry and calm, and lonely e sane,
And complex, tingling me, teary me, silly me,
For I can't be any other me I know of.
I rest here, solid grounds or empty clouds,
whomever they may be.