to try to ake  an order out of

muddled thoughts and dream - to

watch hope and desire torn

apart from the seams - construct

a wall of hatred out of failures

crumbled ruins - to crawl with

bleeding fingers for the stones

to be moved



[ch.]

in my dreams i witness terrors

when i wake up they are true

they're of pain and anguish

feelings i never knew



to crawl through the maze of life

and never find the door

to stumble on the corpse of emotion

sprawled across the floor

to stare blankly at one's image

and then coldly turn away

to realise i'm not the only one whose soul died today.