The shadow was restored in my flight,
weighing me down, I feel life,
I hate to exist, resent breath,
my heart beats again, I leave death.
Once again, I've lost my identity,
I am so tired here, in this world of gray,
Stranded, I am just like the other lost souls,
no death, all life, as we ponder a way out.
In this world of so many shades of grey,
I lay at the foot of a precipice,
my mind fights the life that I despise,
no hunger, no flight, just hatred in my eyes.
No angels pity, all appalled by what I've done,
no gods look for me, turned backs and violence,
my world looks so beautiful now,
the trifle remains of nature are my way out.
