15 I 2022 II

I want to use pretty words to name ugly things

I want destruction to bring me to peace

The art expresses the atrocities of my soul

But its despair remains forsaken

By the eyes who have seen it all

My mind would perish united with my heart

Ending ever-lasting war inside

For it is the survival of the fittest

And my heart holds all the hope

Sense diminishes the value of all living forms

As I stand before the child who knew my dying wish

Asking for no more than a will to live

I just want to use pretty words to name ugly things

I just want destruction to bring me to peace