Sometimes I come to wonder...
Why me?
The world around me is painted in much brighter shades and much darker shadows, much brighter lights, than it is around everyone else.
My love is much greater. My pain is much deeper.
Why me?
My feelings are extended through time and engraved in my heart so long they become unbearable...
Why me?
Those lights that make life so clear to me... they make the shadows unavoidably thicker, darker... they enrage against my soul, in which they dig their sharp, icy claws. They feed on my hot blood, which paints their blackness in such an intense deep red...
Why me?
Such is the borderline along which I walk. Such is the burden I must bear.
Such is my sentence.
Why me?
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