Sitting here in a crowded room,
Drinking to ease this lonely gloom...

I am the writer
of unwritten words...

Black well,
in a white cave...

With to much love,
weakness i gained...

An enemy struck,
bodies fell and died...

Never felt love,
Never expressed hate out...

Lust over love;
Doubt of the believer...

Isn't it i who made your wish?
the one who baked the cake...