Some write on me...
Some leave me blank...

In the silence, I beg to be heard.
But no...I'm not made for peasantry...

Submit a lie to the bowels of love...
...Where lust cannot be seen...

See, you bitter wasteland of humanity! You have...
I cannot stop writing these depressing words...

***Okay, I know it might not be easily understood...

Terror grips the heart of me
Your lips upon my neck...

Empty hands are not closed anymore.
...They enclose my ears...

Forget everything I said about being Eden...
The transformation has yet to incur...

Where once my energy flowed through my veins.
Now only flows darkness and pains...

Even now they pray for me...
Unknowing it pushes me away...

Rage within me froths over soul
Deteriorating the thunderous role...

So silent...among the ashes.
Standing now, looking at forbidden sky; knowing I...