Human

We,
of flesh and mortality
of pain and pleasure

we,
of emotions and logic
of truths and lies

we,
human
prone to fall
prone to madness

we,
human
able of heroism
able of love

is this worlds greatest depth,
its greatest secret.

we question our darkness
we wonder of our light
yet we are
our beauty

to the tips of our cursed fingers
and broken souls
we scratch through our skin
for the life we seek
to have, to embrace

we are this earth's destiny
and maybe its salvaton

for their is one that tells another
that in our depths
we are able of one great action
of one greatness


of change.


For i am tired of watching us
lose hope on another...
For i am tired of the wallowing
in the comforting selfish misery

we,
of flesh and mortality
of pain and pleasure
human and dysfunctional


we,
we are this world
and we are its soul
its oceans, our tears
its cracks, our wounds
its fire, our passion

we are its destiny.