Questions

Are we going to die? Are we all going to die? But I’m scared. What if non of this ends when we do. What if it all starts over again. What will we do. Can we actually do something. Where will we go? Who will be stronger? Will it be our will or our circumstances. I don’t want to die. At least, I want my will to prevail. I want to be able to make sure that we’re all okay. That no one will fear us. That nothing will scare us. That we won’t be oppressed and won’t allow intimidation. What will become of us….The little boy’s plea died with him. One second before he could get another word out. The world ended with him. As for the afterworld…what do you think. Did he make it? Have you seen him around? 

Dark

It’s dark outside,
My heart is ailing,
I can’t let go
You’re in my arms
But not with me
What am I supposed to do
If I promised to hold on
So I will
Even if I sent you off
And you actually left
I will have you here
You’ll remain still
Even after the strongest storm
Even after the heaviest rain
Yeah, you know, you will
Right here, remain
Nothing can wash you away
You’re part of me
I carry my heart on my shoulders
Won’t give it to you
But you’ll not see how hard it bleeds
And after that the scars
Even now that you’re walking above the stars
You won’t see
You won’t hear
You won’t feel

I’ll only bear

You,
Here in my arms,
But still, not with me