1 week ago
| LOVELESS GENERATION |
I like to go back to the golden age, so I can revive over and over.
I know I won’t be able to be here someday, because my pills keep killing me slowly and slowly.
Dying by mistake, addiction, disease, never by love.
Be consumed by the passion is the key for the heaven, which I won’t take any step.
Too young to know what love means, desperate enough to be loved.
Because I know, once I let myself emerge into this feeling, there’s no way to bring me back again.
Dying is just another step.
Living, on the other hand, is the hardest part, because live with people that truly knows what love means is a tragedy.
They are the same people who commits violence, abuse, rape, war.
They are humans, they are me, they are you.
I made mistakes, I’m burning in a stake made by those who think they are gold.
I’m the one who got the violence, the abuse, the rape, the war just because of who I am.
I found love in the ashes.
It’s soft, it feels good, everything is fine now.
The other side is a real paradise.
I found beauty in the eyes of those poor dirty souls.
Maybe one day they will know how I feel...