Rest at Peaceful Evenings
A recurring theme of the day: helplessness and frustration. Cooked up some words to ease the pain.
Woke up in the middle of the night
No alarms, no noise, nothing in my sight
No frightening dreams to wake me up
But the moment my eyes opened, only one thing I think of--
This is a song of frustration
Of helplessness and paralyzed voyeurism
All your stories--your experiences--it burns
It pierces my heart, yet nothing can be turned--
Around, everything's already happened
We have no choice but to pick up the pieces of the aftermath
I want to do something, anything
All the people that have wronged you
They need to know their horror
All these stories I don't have a choice but to listen
I need to stay and recover but I want the thought to end
The thought of you helpless, stuck in a situation
Where you need to do the things you don't want to do and
The more frustrating idea is that this did not only happen once
Many have really done what the devil wants
I'm ready to listen, I'm ready to be hurt
To accept that this is a reality and no one can return
To a time when we might have prevented
How all of these have turned
In the first place, it was never your fault
But the system has gears that made you the witch
It perpetuated a life where predators can freely assault
Through blaming victims by calling them a bitch
This is why my mind is at an unrest
This drifting night, I am a fucking mess
I can't put my destructive thoughts at ease
Can't we really do something about it, please?