Will you listen to a story,
Filled with lies and truths sewn,
Told by the unreliable people,
Of a man who couldn’t say stop,
For all the abuses he takes on lunch,
Over the years, following dark paradise?
I guess it hurts, knowing life is meaningless,
Still living it through borderline pain;
Deathra, will you wrap your arms around me,
Till I fall asleep and dream of some kindness?
It’s been months I’ve not slept whole,
Emptiness sees me in the eyes and say,
Good! You will never heal yourself,
Try harder than others and see then,
Who will listen to your story of pains?