Looking up into the sky
Wondering about the demons who live in there
Asking to myself ‘who am i?’
Is my life still chained to this despair?
Listening to half a lie and whole a story
not believing it at all
having far too much to worry
about myself, my soul, my fall.
Will I ever be able to look up again?
Winning this helpless battle of inner regret?
Feeling all this heavy sorrow,
making me a better person?
Of all the demons I just met?
Will I survive until tomorrow?
Will I easily take this fight?
Endless dreams of what has been
All of what’s beyond my might
Terrible feelings of being tired