The sin of innocence

Do not lose heart, Forget no hope.
The moment you forget that you will be undone.

Keep walking, breath a little more.
Do not lose heart. It is not over yet.

The words to say within this realm are few.
The wish is now but a childish dream.
And the future looks dark you may not wanna go back.

And there is no moonlight left within this night.
Do not lose heart, that is the only thing I keep saying.
Hoping to make it truth just saying it.

Such a long path, I have laid down of my feet.
And such things I do not wanna do anymore.
I feel old like never before today.
The cold of the winter aching my bones
And my heart beating so slow.

February...of good memories february
Of writing and writing.
And finding
And learning
And now I do not know what to do with it.

I am losing hope a day before I need it.
I am losing heart no matter how hard I try not to.

What are the odds? Of wanting to go back and back again.
It is not like trying to climb that train or to jump that underground lair.

Keep in mind those repercutions of your deliverations and solutions.
For one day the unthoughtful choice will claim the cash of time.

Are they really difficult? Am I really slow? Why did I ranaway in the first place?

And now those decitions are haunting my path. But even worse that decition to study not what one wants but what one needs.
Such is the sin of innocence. Such is my circle of hell.

Hell is not a place below the earth and sea, but the construction of everyday's action. And the life that just the day before yesterday looked so fine, now comes back to it's place in the dark.

Is there anylight in hell...there is. But that will not vanish these time away.
Oh within the crime the punish waits.
Such is the order within the chaos.

And for this once to understand does not means to accept.
There is no live in the void only death.