the question of my life

i know the question of my life
it gives no reason for my strife
i feel no need for survival
no need to delay death's arrival
i see nothing but one chilling light
there is no need for alarm or fright

what i feel cannot be described

what i feel cannot be described
it is loathe and hatred being held inside
without these, we cannot live
with these, we cannot give
without these, we find love and need
with these, we uncover hate and greed
these feelings called love and hate
reach places where we cant relate
both feelings share the same lonely fate
that is the fate that everyone fears
it is being hidden by all of our tears