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
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Author:
Maja Kerner (
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