Here it comes again that forgetting it is...
So indispensable like its amazingly pivotal...

The angel is too long so i continued it here...

As the eyes drew an imaginary line in between
They drew a view with no clear scene...

With tears filling his eyes and blood covering his...
He ran anxiously with no strong legs to stand...

Walking through a narrow dark road
Watching words on the walls with mysterious odes...

"There is no more poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen...

I ran anxiously full of anger
When I collided with a stranger...

Ambiguous feeling of having a will
Mysterious will of feeling still...

This life started its end
I can no more tolerate...

As the night passed by
My soul got awakened...

When days are nights
And nights are dark...

To you I introduce this monody
Of an awfully subverted soul...