Eons ago, it snapped.
You don't fit into the mold...

One small step, in dark.
A silver of fear...

The causal effect
was the kiss of the blind spot...

You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight...

And I will hear you
without noise...

Purity of thoughts,
must limit the knowledge...

It was revenge on you
by unknown...

Like wounded tiger,
going for last innings...

The spirit was not there
under the skin...

This was a perception defict
when only a suicide could stop you...

Like a blood sport
you play with me...

Living in a different
reality. You wanted to confuse...