Maybe
For the first time in ages
To calligraphy and literature I turn
Like forgotten art, I feel faded
I'd sooner wish to burn
Animosity, Anxiety.. Virulency
Into one, everything rushes together
Though it seems like the first time in forever
I've found something I just couldn't weather
Tortured, tormented by this obsticale, distraught.
Nothing left but a broken shield, and a shattered sword,
If I go, will people remember me?
My greatest odds are: Probably not
Love and pain, are the only reasons it seems I write
Everything lost, nothing left to gain
There's nothing left for me in which to fight
Am I at the end of my rope?
It feels like I've lost all hope
For what, you may be curious to know
Maybe one day, someone will ache for me
Maybe someday, someone will remember me
But I know that wanted day will never show