subjectives

sustain of terrible stories injected
yearn a safe place despite the trust
i'm the only subject of this life
all i have to be a sad memory
my flesh drips a tear tenderly

i've counted days for revealed hopes
and waited the sign of elevation
then the Godly present was sent
over my darkness she was the light
uphaply it was the beginning of the night

i've entered different ways of pleasure
injected love in my veins
how i should know rejections
so cruel, without a word
just by the simple behaviours
that leaves much pain inside

they say 'God take all sorrowers
and cherish to the highest thrones'
i wonder if this tears are enough
so why i am still living in here
why i am still in this reverie

i am the only subject of this life
despite the trust, i seek a place...