When the things you cherish
Disappear,
Will you still have the courage
To cherish anything at all?
Nothing stays,
Everything happens in passing
And eventually will be forgotten-
So maybe it doesn't matter-
So why bother?
And so, why?
Why, even with this stray heart
Now leashed-
And under control-
Even with the Will to never feel again-
Why the punishment?
Why take away everything
One by one-
Little by little-
My spirit is in shambles,
I can hear myself quietly crumble-
How much more should I be heartless?
How much more should I be empty
So that I wouldn't have to lose anything again?