I am pessimistic and destructive

I wonder if I can survive and live

I hear babies’ cry

I see believers’ pray

I want to see the beauty of the world but roses die in my hands

I am pessimistic and destructive

 

I pretend I am Rumpelstiltskin

I feel the queen’s lifeless skin

I touch the queen’s hollow eyes

I worry about promise

I cry for my loss

 

I am pessimistic and destructive

I understand the lies that she whispers

I say evil will be rewarded with evil

I dream a dream with she sitting beside

I try to believe in sceptical world

I hope promise will last forever

I am pessimistic and destructive