I’ve been granted immortality
which came at its own price
to die for it over and over
burning myself to the ashes
always raging in hatred and pain
but what for I’ve been given this gift?
if it only caused me sufferings
riddled in a sign of hope
I’m addicted to a bitter truth
hear my aching body cry
in sign of protest to this awful enslavement
i have been embraced by corruption
in which i thought i will find freedom


the sufferings never vanished
haunted and consumed
by my fear of being alone
i hunger, thirst and cry in my own silence
still frightened
though there is no reason to be scared
the memories that i withstand can’t be rejected
i am forced to vividly remember it all
unable to hear my audible thoughts
I’ve been given the desire then abandoned
in my evolution into something
genuine and authentic