Deep toughts from the dark.
As the world burns under me, I hear the screams of anger and sorrow.
Echoing endlessly in this small planet that we call home, as the new moon hovers over me everything slows down.
For a moment I catch my breath in this blissful silence, and brace myself for the next day.
As the sun makes it`s way to the sky, I see the destruction that we have brought with us.
Tend the burns and heal the wounds, no mater how much I bleed my soul into this, in the end it is undone.
"For how many days must I endure this?" I ask myself every day.
As the days change to months, my sanity slowly seeps away, further and further away.
I wonder what will I become in the end. Will I lose all my color and life just to become a part of this gray mass we call society?
Or will I go insane and kill myself or someone else.
Life is harder than it seems.
But life is worth living for it`s experience... Right?
Sometimes I wish it would be over already...