lone narcissust

mad at the sun

he wanders defeated

through cities of dust

amidst frustration

like so many dreams

of saints and sinners, none could percieve

the fall from heaven, and mow we would bleed

face the adversary, with rage inside

nothing can erase, neither time, nor tide

dark is the heart

that could not feel

the silent screams

grieving sentinal

eye among the blind

holds salvation

ravaged paradise

torn are the skies

in oblivion

orchid of happiness

never to bloom

blessed with his tears