| Destructive, discouraging, isolated
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| Words that describe a secluded mind
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| In stillness I wither, yet deserted and enshrined
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| Away from my wasted core
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| Where structure has faded…
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| A shadow that I crave to ignore
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| In solitude I am reflected
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| No more contempt for me to obtain
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| The chain of endurance, broken in motion
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| Once the portals lock one by one
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| Restrain what may never become again
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| Questions that have to be replied
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| A shadow that wants to be fed
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| One life that has to be taken
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| I am not the one to decide
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| Systematic procedures and regulation
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| In general perspective
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| As common as the rise of dawn
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| Yet appalling to me
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| Like the coming of a deadly storm
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| Solitude reflected
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| Socially rejected
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| Fragments of the past
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| To painful to confront
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| Yet I am conscious of my task…
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| As retribution lurks from below
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| Decisions should have been made
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| Fear, a life span taken by phobias
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| Limited are the paths to take
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| Narrow is the path to euphoria |