Brutal Existencia
Acutor
Brutal Existence
Every day that goes by I
feel closer to death
on the brink of suicide
I wish I knew I have a present
agony and hope
I want to die but I can't
because it would be cowardly
I am empty
I am Nothing
I remember their screams
their gestures
The weight in their hands
and the crying
In the midst of loneliness
and pain
