I traveled the world,
so wide, so cruel.
Everyone seems
to have a different issue.
...
Darkness, darkness... my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again.
Sit besides and listen closely,
...
Something bad is about to happen,
I always have that feeling inside.
No matter what, it makes my heart flutter,
as if I am the victim this time.
...
Cruelty
I traveled the world,
so wide, so cruel.
Everyone seems
to have a different issue.
No one listens, everyone runs.
Why am I here? Why do I do this?
I try to help, but who helps me?
I'm all by myself, my poor soul screams.
I still try to fly
somewhere up in the sky.
But a bird with broken wings
hardly ever flies,
and the more it bleeds.
It is hard, too hard,
to live in such a world,
where nothing else matters
but to be and stay cruel.