Low Man's confession

I hate what you love, and you hate what I love.

Isn't it ironic how worlds collide and bash one against the other.

You end up being caught in the middle of a lovehatetragedy.

Soon to be announced a hero, even thou you feel like a zero,

The future smiles at you with a promising grin.

Take a look into the past to get a glimpse of your sins.

Their laughter is defining, their faces so frightening,

You’re starting to feel that death is the only escape

Yet life looks so much more comforting.

Be strong little on and rise from your ashes, ignoring the past while living the present.

Deciding your future by making a good choice, make choices to change that sins screaming voice.

Keep going and fighting and you shall prevail, stop thinking and living like a death sentenced man.