Torn and bleeding from the wounds of living,
Life kills faster than it forgives-
Such is the ruthless process,
Of destruction and creation.
You say that you are strong and at peace,
When the tears flow freely and the blockades-
Grow ever bigger, day by day.
From the depth of all that is real,
The night ignores the truths of the light-
And grants a freedom from the constraints
Of what not to think, or of what not to feel.