Why look beyond the worn shutters and reach
Out into the great darkness, just grasping
For a precipice; ruins in a dream
While I reach for nothing? Simply nothing?
I blind the sightless, defeat the vanquished,
Starve the famished and bind the entangled.
Do guilt-ridden regrets and hot, saucy
Tears forsake your morals and innocence?
Change? I stand firm with my boisterous blood
Thirsty thoughts. But can a man truly change?
Imagining this silent idea,
An uncharted abyss with a fate still
Uncertain, dictated by naive choice;
Salvation or death under Earth’s burden.