Wetting My Helpless Pains
On my desk again
Crying through my pen
Wetting the heavy pain
Life has thrown to my chest.
Living in a hopeless cloud
Is worse than death sentence
It's me against the crowd
And mercilessly the strive is intense.
Have you ever faced the devil?
I'm in a ring with one
Sleeping and waking between God and evil
Trying to live a life in front of wars.
The altar I'm looking onto for help is helpless
My groaning voice can't be heard.
I have been taking my needs to the needy to address
Their whine only help to triple the ache in my head.
Trinity of necessities of life surrounds me
Trapped in the middle not knowing the one to foregone
My hope my only friend is angry that life is mean
It is threatening to dump me at once.
How useless it's to dare nature
Tuning and turning me in the name of destiny
Giving me knowledge of everything except for the future
Forcing me, devil and god to strike some harmony.
I pray for His second coming to meet me well
Only that I'm waiting for except a miracle happens in between
The paths have been too rocky for me to keep trying to dig wells
My flesh has surrounded for fate to win.
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