The world doesn’t make sense.
Life doesn’t make sense.
Everything is nothing
And nothing is everything.
I’ve lost nothing
And I’ve lost everything.
To whom I used to blame my parents.
I hated them, despised them,
Everyday that was supposed to be spent
Living the last few good memories.
Arguments here and there
With me wanting to runaway,
But to where?
Months passed upon the new land
And nothing made sense.
‘Til that one day that something did
Yet it still did not.
I tried opening my eyes
But it was too bright
That I kept lingering in the dark.
To say that life is complicated
Is an understatement.
Life was meant to hurt you, to injure you,
To see if other people it was hurting
Would come to help you, no one did.
‘Tis a saying that once you drown,
You don’t wait for the water to subside.
Either you struggle,
Or wait for the arm that’ll raise you.
Have I reached my limit,
Or have I surpassed it?
I am a prisoner of Ponos.
He mocks me outside this dark cage.
I reach for the knife outside
While I hope someone picks up
The key beside it and free me.
I see the moon divorce the sky once more,
As I battle myself for the right to live.
Yet I’ll hold myself back
For I do think of other’s fates.
It is not fair that I take my life
While others fight for one.
It is not my objective to displease Him
For this is not His fault.
It is the fault of what life has become.
With this I lay passive,
Continuing to question
Everything that remains nothing.
Until my purpose is revealed,
A slave to life I’ll remain to be.
Life doesn’t make sense.
Everything is nothing
And nothing is everything.
I’ve lost nothing
And I’ve lost everything.
To whom I used to blame my parents.
I hated them, despised them,
Everyday that was supposed to be spent
Living the last few good memories.
Arguments here and there
With me wanting to runaway,
But to where?
Months passed upon the new land
And nothing made sense.
‘Til that one day that something did
Yet it still did not.
I tried opening my eyes
But it was too bright
That I kept lingering in the dark.
To say that life is complicated
Is an understatement.
Life was meant to hurt you, to injure you,
To see if other people it was hurting
Would come to help you, no one did.
‘Tis a saying that once you drown,
You don’t wait for the water to subside.
Either you struggle,
Or wait for the arm that’ll raise you.
Have I reached my limit,
Or have I surpassed it?
I am a prisoner of Ponos.
He mocks me outside this dark cage.
I reach for the knife outside
While I hope someone picks up
The key beside it and free me.
I see the moon divorce the sky once more,
As I battle myself for the right to live.
Yet I’ll hold myself back
For I do think of other’s fates.
It is not fair that I take my life
While others fight for one.
It is not my objective to displease Him
For this is not His fault.
It is the fault of what life has become.
With this I lay passive,
Continuing to question
Everything that remains nothing.
Until my purpose is revealed,
A slave to life I’ll remain to be.
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