Poem By Aram Stefanian
Trying to keep one jump ahead out of the devil's own time,
I sacrificed my only love to the speechless gods.
My heart ached from devastation, shattered into shards.
I was up my neck in a swamp, wanting out of slime.
I'm no longer looking for a shelter, there is none.
I haven't put up with unjustice and violence so far.
It's not my fault I was born under unlucky star.
In the world of long bread I feel needless and gone.
Life's an illusion, yet illusory hopes won't come true.
So many times I fell in love, but it faded away.
Sick and tired to face the same routine day after day.
Who knows how longer to wait for changes to go through?