cruel is the world that goes on
cruel is life that will never stop
for the fallen bodies
nor the fallen souls
not to mourn
not to lift them back up
cruel is the land that cradles me
it sustains its beauty despite my pain
not once does it waver
as I blemish with sin and sorrow
nor does it pause
when my legs grow heavy
cruel are the people around me
who laugh and smile although they hurt
they stumble past the truth
so I bottle it up in ink as black as silence
not once do they listen
for their lives must go on
cruel is my mind which grasps me
cruel is the death that it dreams of
cruel is the speed of the heart
oh, existence
slow for me
set me free
