And They Call This Tragedy
Why does the morning mist
Die out in the breaking dawn?
Why does the silence
Fall into the cold, dark night?
Why do humans
Have feelings?
Cant we be cold and dark
Like the night?
Can't we just die like
The morning mist?
Why does love hit us,
And leave us with pain?
Why do we feel pain,
Yet, at the same time, feel so numb?
If we feel numb,
Why do we feel so dead?
Why are we dead,
Yet feel everything around us?
Why do we feel everything around us,
And not die like the morning's mist?
When we die,
We'll fall into silence,
And will be colder than night itself.
Only then, will we be numb.
Deep, I absolutely love it.
Keep them coming (:
