the red, the black

©2008-2009 ~mimiwood

there's something oddly serene about this.
it's a lamentation of sorts.
but with that, a glimmer of hope
that the heavens hear
our struggle called life.
we aren't mere conformists.
but that doesn't make us evil.
does it?

because we believe.
or want to believe.
and that beats tradition any day.
brave enough to be free,
we challenge.

oh, but we must never forget
to believe

"and my prayers are to finally see the light"