Withering binded hither while the time wear
A few days ago, in the middle of the night. My sister woke me up, unintentionally, with her ranting.
Among the virtues Fed along the cow milk lies The first seed of hate...
Lend no hands they warned me Kindness kills you quickly...
Thousands and thousands years done like my measly thoughts.
The dreams and fears of a long gone youth, Blended to the colors of a crumbling old wall.
Falling, Burning, Slitting - disfigured to be scathed
Seeped through these wall bricks Along the grey moulding paste...
Everyday was a step, Steeped beyond my legs