Suffer
With a moon half-empty
and a sky that's gone to waste
and the twilight offers cold embrace
the amber of autumn fades
and the greys of summer's mistakes
and the dreams we try to replicate...
they fall away
isn't this world something wonderful
that we were made to suffer both its honesty and cruelty?
today
with a heart half-empty
and a light I've yet to see
and the sadness takes a hold of me
and fire-white burns like
agony
entropy
we all fall apart
to the cadence of our bleeding hearts
they fall away
isn't this world something wonderful
that we were made to suffer both its majesty and cruelty?
they fall away...
and is grace not something beautiful
that we were made to suffer the lucid touch of clemency?
and our tears become a sanctuary---
we are made to suffer with tenderness and empathy
we are made to suffer...