Why are thoughts so burdened by thoughts?
evil so burdened by evil?
why are hearts in our chests and hurt without bleeding?
blood lost brings sympathy,
none will cry when there is no bleeding,
why is love bitter and hate sweet?
a knife scratches but a mouth slices to death,
why does colour matter? yet school is meant to eradicate foolishness!
why?…. why?
why does one added to one has to be eleven? yet it’s not meant to be complicated!
why does one has to be a spiritual enemy but a physical brother or sister?
i don’t know how to look,
i only know how to stare, get glued to the things that make sense to my conscience and give light to my coldness.
Dark hands 