Scatterred fragments of once sweet visions and long died words
Deeper scars grow caused by remorse
Overwhelmed with the not real feelings stolen from the years of my pride
I am but a shade of mine
Go stiff as the days pass by
I don’t know if I can survive
This fruitless waiting for a better time
I was wrong I’m still wronger these days
Trying to grip all those fragile things
Or erase them till I can’t tell I’m sane
Dwell on on times
Of once shone glory to die
You’ve had the sweet
And further life is a bitter bit
Ch:
Achieving all the aims what’s left?
The Grief and Sloth, the crisis set
The seed of moral degradation
But you don’t dare to lose control
The dynamics of thoughts and images seem to fade
It is equal to the worms' parade
Something’s trembling itching fourth rib from the inside
A progeny of once mighty beat
Glory tastes like I want to spit
Evolve your mind
Do not make your aim of fixed type
Design, perfect
Your life long projec
