It owns you
Pulling at everything you do
Moments of freedom interupted by thought
Stabbing into the mundane
And digging it to the surface
Push it down
Bury it again
Run away and hope it doesn’t catch you
But it always catches you
Is acceptance the answer?
Is it even possible?
Is there a balance to this good and evil?
Is there ever?
Good conquers evil
Show me the proof
This world is a show of opposite
Life is pain
Everything you want lives here
Everything you loath
Show the hope to set the hook of disappointment
Pain
Why do you bother fighting anymore
Where is this hope coming from
Beat down over and over again
How do you stand
From the outside it may look like courage
Unquestionable strength
But it’s nothing so noble
Is it?
It’s habbit
