That moment born from pain and hurt
When you think it will never work
And you will die if it is over
But come back stronger for the morrow.
When you succeed in misery,
Harness it all and let it drive you
Towards the depths of your abyss.
You’re slowly wading through the darkness,
Tasting each sorrow with a sip,
Then take more mouthfuls, it gets better,
With every taste you get You back
To live to write, to start all over.
