What’s left inside is filth so torn,
Upon the remnants of hatred that once was born
The plague so pale succumbed my mind,
All I sought for was the truth I couldn’t find !
For I was lost in the darkness tethered to the wind,
Flew where the dust took me, Too far to see what’s behind
Difference of life from dead was an absolute myth,
Soon as I realized the light as to body and the dark as to pith..
Await the time this time so strong,
To dwell and escape this rhyme so wrong,
Stoic as it is the life screams the pain,
To drain out the love as to life to drain …