My dark times

[Drek]

Humans

Is pain the path towards the truth.
Is the suffering,
the darkness,
the terror,
the death,
does all the agonies of this ruthless reality,
to choke us before we face the inevitable,
we are humans...
All of us,
some close,
some far away,
we are all humans.
Do we need to become a poor shadow,
do we need to suffer hellish agony,
to become humans...
What kind of time is this...
what kind of difficult age is this,
this evil hour...
Do we need to dig our eyes out,
kill our hearts,
poison our souls,
from nothing else to suffer,
from pure evil to abhor...
Life was given to us,
breath was a gift for us,
why are we selling it so cheap,
why aren't we appreciate each other...
New world we need to create,
like new us,
naked in the dark,
that's how we should create,
our heart
is a different world,
pure world,
once if it get's dirty there is no return...
If at the bottom there is a bottom,
and that bottom we overcomed,
below that bottom we collapsed...
Blindness and madness.
We are humans,
stupid and simple,
complex and complicated,
colourful,
live...
We need to live,
memories to leave,
future to give to the future ones,
what's human written not to step on it...
The moral,
the higher,
the ideal,
to maintain,
to stay humans...