For me death contains only sorrows;
Because I will be separated from you.
All the love I have given will have gone in vain
And my soul will have been forgotten
Like the minutes that have passed.
You will find another to love
For you to hold and be held by
But for me a second death will come swift
Like the minute's hand.
But what can I do but beg to stay
A while longer
A Sacred Message
I retain no truths
Only those who thirst
Should learn from the light.
To quench you must gather
With the adolescence
We (the adolescence) already know but are told to forget,
To live a normal life,
Push away the radical.
How can we live in a liberal world?
In this life we push away our nature,
Who we are.
How can we cry at an adolescent death?
When we have not heard them.
We cry over their bodies,
But do we weep for their soul?
Their Broken and battered bodies
Lie motionless, cold.
Still holding their message,
The sacred message
That they are waiting to tell,
(for) if the heart is filled with hate
it will despise its creator
and if kind word said and a noble deed done
done for the heart. it will hate no more
it will close itself to the world if love hurts it
it will love no more
be kind to the heart