Prisoner of fate.

What remains… all fails.

When the darkness sollows all

In deepest of menories

The shadows that lurk.

All what remains is errie.

I muster some courage

To make a dash

All soreness does permit

Is a limply drag

Who hopes escape?

When the angels prey

Upon what they defend.


Sounds of Sorrow

In the Bleak times,

When lights dim,

Feet falter, Sadness engulfs,

Piercing wail curbed in the heart

Fails to announce

The pain I bear

Foreboding load that mind carries.

Crushes the soul.

Could I unburden the past?

The fountain of sorrow

Still untraced,

The perennial spring flows

Drenched I stand.

Still unscathed?

Now that I doubt!

For Long I endured

The earthlings limit

Spares me not

So I too do crumble

In a soundless shatter

Shreds Strewn all around.

What courage will it take

To gather the tatters

Which no tailor could sew

The garment one whole

So let me remain without soul.