FEARS

I want to die first... No more thirst, no more left desires, no more inner fires. I don't want this life anymore. It's just a listless terror. It's something I can't take, day after day I'm becoming fake. Why should I suffer, why my senses are rougher..? Questions converting into a tear... "Am I from here?" My own world's like a sphere, with only one fear... That it won't be broken and things'll remain unspoken. If my soul is still alive, I know it won't dive, into the gentle air,... It just won't be fair! It's hard to be awere of all things you should care, but when you find out- it's just a little sound. A sound coming from your soul. Find it!-It's hiding like a mole. Catch it! Keep it! It's your own deed. Leave your biggest fears in the past few years.