Mumbling in the corner 

shaking as afraid of something 

Awaiting for the arrival 

of what he had seen 

a sickening mind 

trying something ravenous 

feeding his senses 

with screams and sights 



Once a wiseman 

a thinker of sorts 

made new morals 

and took a turn 

tried to cleanse the whole world 

from the dirt 

never cared about heaven 

or the holy light 



No Control - no Regrets