Down to humanity

Every day, every single day
i am forced to see the total nothingness
staring down the endless black space
which is life tearing out of me

every minute, every lost minute
i have to tell myself that this is not the truth
that this can't be realitiy
which is drifting my spirit away

everywhere i see
the living dead on earth
everytime i feel
the coldness of a dying sun

my shaking body can't rest
empty, no more tears to lose
if this life so explain me death
it can't be worse, it can't be better

i shielded myself with dreams
around my vulnerable corpse
now they are breaking, aching
this reality is too strong

i can't cling onto anybody
it's too much
too much to carry
i can't cling onto anything

if future belonged to those
who did believe in the beauty of their dreams
i start to ask myself
what persons have they been?

every day, every boloody day
i have to use so much of my power
not to drown, to remain
to remain trust in a thing called "life"

everytime, everywhere, every person
has its own beauty and atrocity
but why do i have to see
so much of the atrocity

i am living among people who have all
everything, especially some nothingness
i am lying to myself, bleeding me empty
with trying to make them understand

that life is so much more
than a bottle and sabbath
that love can be much more
it's without boarders, with no weakness

life is more than a flickering screen
life is more than adapting minds
life is more than living
life is more than pain

it's torture, it's thirst
it's beauty, it's trust
things can be worst

it's numbing, it's sickness
it's wonderful, it's to confess

that no life could get out of its mess