Kyrie Eleison
What is the
point of having a heart,
A fickle
heart that can be crushed by a single tear.
Lost in the
world, what tune did you play
when you
tried to find your way?
Did you sing
of yourself? Of the future you aspire?
A you that
is greater than yourself.
That weak tune
can’t even be admired.
But you are
still a child
The song you
sing talks of pain
that can
only be called mild.
Go on living
in your illusion,
Your screams
only reach so far
The clear sky
may seem nearby
But it is
impossible to touch the stars.
The worrying
heart worries, that is its only job
What change
can take place from that?
Only a
vermillion scar, a lethal throb
And the loss
of everything you worked at.
Voices
resound in your ears, and you let them affect your mind.
Stop letting
their sorrows become your fears, and just leave the chaos behind.
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