CONFUSION

Animosity and outburst that's rushing through our veins hunger for justice is the only thing that keeps us moving, but even that would feel like we're walking on to bladed pavements which draw blood and life from us each time we take a step forward, and I wonder, what do we get from all of these? I keep asking myself, even if we catch them, make them pay, I always get the picture that it will never going to be enough, hell it feels like it wouldn't even change a thing. we'll still feel the pain and the sorrow and fear, it's a never-ending grief for us all because nothing in this world will ever bring her back to life and that fact spontaneously shatters us in to tiniest bits of pieces.