When breath becomes heavy

colours seem to drain

when hope becomes just a word

and a new dawn seems to be a myth

a myth so agonizing

that your heart bleeds

it bleeds

like a wound that can’t be healed

like a life admist all the tyranny

when all you can see is pain around you

the sky seems to be mourning

sun burning in the fire of shattered dreams

even the silence of twilight gets you

when death seems to be peaceful

that can relieve you from chaos

from the fear of dejection

from the clutches of despair

that is when he decides that

in the end, it doesn’t even matter.