When living says no, Leaving says yes, Loves to be loved, Hates to be hated. //
This is how we spell our death, Trekking our words into butchered bellies Of infants who feed on dust, With days of gloominess in tears. //
Have we known the right part to leave, with the gods of love? To leave hatred and mockery, That paints us with dead sanity. //
With a broken dusty heart, To the indifference showered on me, My shadows have denied me of living, Crawling for the smile you'll bring again.