The Fault To Exist

Befooled by the stench of life
Hopes, memories, vanished cries
The fault to exist!
«Since the day you were vomited forth
From the gaping wound of a woman
You’re nothing!»
No hopes ahead, no dreams to feed
The chains of misery are forcing down your knees
Behold the screaming wounds of life
Youth, pain are the same face!
The fault to exist!