There is a silence, no dialogue, no conversation But this silence always seems so loud. There is a beautiful sound all around, the nature is good too But there is a screaming within, a horrible dirge.
The world is meant to be loved Craving for being in consonance with this world Wanting to feel alive here, in the world meant to torment The world which is a pit, a hell Still home to so many.
Wishing someone was here But being alone feels good too Feeling empty, but full of shine Telling others to move on While I stay behind.
There is so much contradiction within Yet a clarity outside Is this world a real place, Or just a wild dream?