It doesn't matter

Maybe it never did

I look at my beloved ones

The wicked sense of being alive

Wishing for a peaceful death

Or even a death that comes slowly

All to make our existence easier.

 

It doesn't matter who

We're all scarred since young with humanities worst sins.

How am I supposed to look at the kids and tell them that the future is bright

When it's not?

 We might not endure mutual destruction

Maybe we don't need, we are broken inside.

We're already dead to ourselves

Killing each other, little by little, sin by sin, love by love.

 

I have a friend that I left behind.

Every day I see him going down

Can't say it's my fault

But I'm not there anymore

Can't help

Can't move.

I'm pure chaos.