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.
