The more it dies..the more they'd survive.

Those are the most suffering..those are the most struggling.

They burn from desire, and they can't turn off their fires yet they cry and wound when they give in.

They are too alive and they strive and survive by emotions that heat their hearts.

And they are cowards, can't face their truths..won't admit their humanity and refuse to be as every body else..they hate their weaknesses and vulnerability.

Some times they would whisper to themselves, how fed up they are from carrying the burden of decency around..they are hungry for some fun and joy..what ever wild life can bring..yet like fish they would die if they go to life's shore and hit the sand.

Their sea of faith fill their hearts..yet people treat them as scarfs..gotta cover all the time..stiff and nameless all the time..

This is people..always will ..forever was..

Excuse themselves but others are crucified with nails and stones..

Will they ever find a compromise?

Or will forever fantasize..of how great it would've been..and that IT..is as wide as life itself!!

The more it dies..the more they'd survive.