Hostage to a history of tormenting grey Draped in times of perpetual strain Blind to each moment I strive to see In a coma I fuel the flames of grief The shroud of smoke cowers and daunts Polluting the mind with crippling haunts Doubt is risen and desire falls frail When a broken spirit rests bitterly still
The poison dissipates as winds cleanse the sky Flames burn tame invoking vision to a blind eye Encompassed by tranquility A being reborn Is scathed by betrayal and scarred by scorn
Hatred is spawned by a love once drowned The harp of grace cried a bellowing sound A coma burn regressed to an infectious wound As light deflects from a misanthropic moon