you just should suffer a bit more

they claim to suffer a bit more,

it won't last forever anyways,

stop cursing destiny for whole

of truth and cold that readily betray

your feverish high reverie.

 

they tell to bleed and cry

for those who couldn't save us yesterday,

keep walking with a heart outside,

waiting for younger may

to come and break the slavery.

 

they whisper to embrace yourself

in hurricane of fear and loss,

try to inhale the ache and push it,

untill it falls out in the battle's cross,

in your beloved memory.