The gates of eden are too narrow
For those who have lost all hope
You pretend that desperation & agony are only a scornful act
A mere act that has to be overcome by your ideals
That your macabre agony shall be the only greeting of your erratic lives
You classify the obsession for negativity as egoism
Only happiness turns to fortune
Can you understand those who can't rejoice?
Can you understand the meaning of fear of an imminent drowning?
Have you ever had that terrible feeling that everything is going to end?
The conscience of imminent death persists more than my own madness
And that leads me towards the ilimitated exaltation of suffering
Of my inner drama
The complexity of my absolute desperation is infinitely
Larger than the largest of your allegation of hope
Is all reason at the verge for those who have lost all hope?
I am between the darkness of suffering