When you walk into overwhelming darkness,
and you don´t feel embraced neither any bless,
facing all the lies, aggression and true despair,
is it optimistic nihilism, what you call selfcare?
Face the truth, your failures and anxiety,
there is nothing more or less left to be:
Open your three eyes, open all gates,
there is only love, when no one hates.
the soul shakes and prevails the dawn,
sweet victory of some sort bitterness,
my dear, I have to say: I feel every day more less.