Its matter of days i die
so many scars,still i lie...

Hatred and greed,
money and sex...

I was the one with an open eye.
rejected all along...

Lying in my own pool of blood,
feels like heaven in this crimson mud...

I have confided to this theatrical dark,
the corner of my prison,my habitat...

Broken heart i carry today,
dreams are torn discarded away...

I walk through this darkness
footsteps echoing through the walls...