After the Inferno

Burning words never learned to
linger amids the sheer pain they bring.
The wake of such bitterness
cannot overcome compassion
from within ourselves.
We lie in dreams of darkness
wondering of how fate
weaved uncertainties in our very being.

We learn to die. We learn to live..
All in its cynical cycle.
As we head forth towards a senseless future,
should we wonder why we exist?

Shall we subject ourselves in life's complexities?
Questions I may never be able to answer.
And yet as we learn to live in the wake of the fire that burned our souls..
We may still stand in all uncertainties life may hold.

Burn

fuck xmas.. burn..

am new here.. and i dont know shit..