I'm falling into your abyss.
Slowly, I'm losing my breath
as I descend into your depth.
Fool I am who believes
in him who says,
life contains
only joy and bliss.
I am alone in this cruel world;
fighting the battles on my own.
Ever did I triumph?
No, I never have won.
My soul is starving.
I need healing.
I don't need Hippocrates--
maybe, words from Socrates.
Come now.
Bring me out of the cold.
Begin the healing, cheer up my soul.
Would you?
Ariel Lalisan