Srce mi je puno
Od srca koji je izvukao
U smjeru pogrešno
Nasad mom cercu ce ici
Baš kao što bi trebao
English
My heart is full
Of your heart that is pulled
In the wrong direction
But right back to my heart it’ll go
Just like it should
They say
Young evil is glamorous
But I hear now how he pays
This young man’s screams continuous
Kills him swift on days of his past ways
What they say muted by his liquid poisons
His terror fills my ears
Doubles my compassions, rips my ears in half
Dark, oh, sunken face shows his covered purple veins
Numbed unrealized pain 1000 times his past
Is smashed into his painful existence
As the poisonous fruit tries to kill
And resin rebuilds its existence
Inside this frail being
Who is utterly ill, collapse
For we both know he must fight, relapse
He, we must struggle against all demons’ rebuttles
This is life, these are lies
If he, if we are to ever
Live again, or ever live at all
Without a sunken face
And find our peace
Sometimes the deepest, truest part of who you are quietly whispers to you to guide you through your life and you either choose to listen or run. When you run, it will continue to whisper as you continue to suffer. Slightly louder you will try to guide yourself as your pain increases until you, yourself are roaring. I hear the roar now. I no longer wish to run. I need to walk slowly. I need to sit silently. Now, I need silence to find my path, to get to where I am, to where I need to be, to become who I truly am.
I am a runner. I have done it my whole life. You know why? Because it works. I don’t try to change who you are, so don’t try and change who I am. If you won’t run beside me then you will be left behind me. That is just the way it works. I am a runner. It is who I am. I am like the wind. Intangle and yet there if you know how to feel me and understand what I consist of. If not, you’ll just have felt me for a second and then I’ll be gone. I am a runner. Run beside me or be behind me. Your choice.
Trying not to look back
Is hard when you see shadows of black
That make your heart crack
And ache that familiar lack
And the timeless tears stuck in your eyes
Sparkle the colors of your red demise