LiC3nce 2 k|Ll

The dreamers are nonplussed,
Because of the parting of the ways,
I'm detached in the wild,
Alone on the ridge ways,

The silence may beseech,
The bizarres disbelief may yearn,
This surly bequest may hanker,
But can't u see me burn?

Collapsed in the dark,
My treacherous myth may Shatter,
You think it's a dim-witted lie,
But i guess to u it doesn't matter,

My crestfallen mortal,
May die off dread,
May end off isolation,
May reach its death-bed,

I'm advancing towards hell,
It's the walk of life,
It's like a vortex so drowning,
That I feel like I'm pierced with a knife,

I'm veiled in the sullen skies,
My special place to keep dark,
I've got the licence to kill,
Since it's all dreary and stark.......