Saturday, November 26, 2011


Are the marks on my soul so obvious to all?
Do you see the bloodstained markings on my wall?

Silently inhabited by creatures of oblivion,
Lurking behind the depths of my own reflection.

Do you know me or my soul's delights?
Idiocy, a sin you indulge in,
Stupidity, the bed you lay in,

You remain trapped in the throne that you fake,
Regret, the only road you are left to take.