demonds

we don't understand

we cant understand

why do we live

breath

pray

learn

every question poses a power

that has been lost in the answer

turn our dreams to dust

devour it

consume in the flames

the idea of dying

of no longer being

fascinates me

not to exist any longer

not to feel the horrible pains

or anything at all

the charred past

without the desire to live

we extinguish our future