Fear, disgust, repulsion, all this and more etched...
Inside my tortured mind the memory of my screams...
Cat's eye on the edge
Of a serrated memory...
My song has ended...
The melody was corrupted...
Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone...
I am just a single white dot
And my heart and soul scream...
Black is a shade, of the deepest shadow
That smudges one's painted art...
The flame is rising
And hot it burns...
~Apart~
Swords glistening...
I don't know what to do anymore!
I can't even write a poem that makes sense...
Slowly soaking in on this path that I see,
I don't know where I am...
Warning of sorrowful times,
Speaking for the dead...
Looking around this sullen room,
where the people like statues...