can you fight it?
how can you fight it?
can you feel it?
how can you feel it?
its always there,
but who even dares,
its a shadow on each of us,
or a gift that can lift,
who can witstand the powers,
that thing that devours,
that gives life, and kills with no regret,
for good or bad, picks our faith,
that thing called love, that drives us mad,
creates insanity, cruelty and pain,
but also the good fortune rain,
the birds suddenly look different, and so do the skys,
feels like you can fly,
but its an ugly lie,
that blinds, and binds,
puts us down, looking at the wall,
in our big fall.
we search for answers, but they never seem to come,
theres no replay, or a thing to slow it down.
love, which kills you and me,
will never set us free,
you wish for logic or common reason,
but this just feels like a prison.
just forget and ignore, time, what is time, surely not
mine.
so many, so much, always the same, like a shotgun,
a bullet, never stopping, and im bleeding, forever nothing.