No Cure for Pain - White Ward

When I heal a new soul

The emptiness smiles to me

The darkness shines blindly

My eyes bleed

And then I ask myself

What is relief?

How can it save us

In this cruel epoch?

Relax — breathe deep

Stay strong and weep

Be calm and seek

You are not weak

I gift relief to every soul I cure

The pain is reduced but wounds are never healed

They bleed and bleed to leave me dry

The walls are cracked, so demons are unleashed

The plague of city lights, and nights, and cars is crushing us

We are all doomed by the last friction of our fathers

The nightmare is revealed, it’s burning us to dust

We are condemned by the last scream of our mothers

Distant peaks and deforested planes will never forget the treason

We’re digging our own graves for multiple reasons

Dirty streams and littered lanes will never forsake misdoings

There is no reason to forgive us for everything we are doing now

Ancient beliefs bring us some rest

Digging a grave saves us from stress

This noisy space begets me

But I don’t want to be here

What cure do I need?

What did I get indeed?

Nil