I sit and stare at the four walls
with my wretched hands upon my face
my lips so dry with blather
my eyes tear with dolour
Veins so green with envy
my thoughts tonight so brittle and
obdurate
No longer i will reconcile peace and
amity
my tears on the floor breaks the
soundlessness
my now bloodshot eyes are crying into
endlessness
I attempt to foresee anothere virulent torture
to slowly stumble upon forsaken
pasts, i'll hold on
no more
letting myself go to the ultimate
bitterness that i long for