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?
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/own-time/
