The Beauty Of Life

Life is crap with a hint of violets,
Head still haunted with grief, I’m silent
Cruel words wrapped in beautiful dialects,
Written by Satan, Created with violence. 

Suffering and pain burns your soul,
Your flame goes out, ice covers your heart,
Nudged by life into a loneliness hole,
Hung on a sheet, knocked down by a dart.

Eyes washed in vinegar, skin removed from the face,
Locked within four walls, within these cruel life gates, 
Suicide and Poverty, I hate this place,
Questions on our minds , „what will happen to our fates?”