I close my eyes to make this world disappear
I hope to slip away from reality
I pray for this every year
Why does life weave its story in ambiguity?
The roof over my head is tearing apart
Debris buried long ago - gave way,
Welcoming me to the pain I once bid adieu
Only to roll over my trauma yet again - mon dieu.
Strength can no longer be clasped by fists,
Voices can no longer be heard by ears,
And the truth, blinded by mere ego.
When life can stir up such a nightmare,
Why is it that I have to be the victim of this macabre?