Filled with sorrow...
Bleak inner self touched by pride,
Devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.
Flowing pain...
Holding myself back in suspicion...
And lingering in the dust...
The dust of my abandoned remains.
Killed with the dagger of life...!
Such an exquisite pride in my suffering...
Alone, all alone with the emotional
Streams of my soul...
So real, so pure... yet i'm left aside ...