Scatterred fragments of once sweet visions and long died words Deeper scars grow caused by remorse Overwhelmed with the not real feelings stolen from the years of my pride I am but a shade of mine
Go stiff as the days pass by I don’t know if I can survive This fruitless waiting for a better time I was wrong I’m still wronger these days Trying to grip all those fragile things Or erase them till I can’t tell I’m sane
Dwell on on times Of once shone glory to die You’ve had the sweet And further life is a bitter bit
Ch: Achieving all the aims what’s left? The Grief and Sloth, the crisis set The seed of moral degradation But you don’t dare to lose control
The dynamics of thoughts and images seem to fade It is equal to the worms' parade Something’s trembling itching fourth rib from the inside A progeny of once mighty beat Glory tastes like I want to spit
Evolve your mind Do not make your aim of fixed type Design, perfect Your life long projec