Human

I am a man, hence I bleed and much more I weep and cry.
Form time to time my tears and drops of blood and broken words all get together darkly
And their beauty is questionable and their magic rare.
And I don't want them, yet here they are, they still exist.

I am a man but I know of dreams, a thing forgotten by some
And to those dreams I am slave and master at the same time.

I can feel my nature fighting against itself, within my very heart, I try to contain the darkness
And the idea that the battle is already lost, that life is cruel enough and there is no victory around.
It is a dire fight, it rages even now.

Oh how much I pray for comfort!
But comfort can only come by my hand
And my hands are not always ready.

I love and I cry and I try.

I don't know if it will work at the end
if it will mean a damn.

I dream of great towers
and solid statues
and immortal fields

And they are not supposed to be

I dream, yet I still wonder how do you act dreams for them to come true.