Passing Through The Darkness

Slicing the instinct 

The arcane was torn, curses spit

Teardrop bated as breath hunts

Wound wide open, the heart cries




The ripple of pain unable to stem

The cimmerian sigh loud and stay

Body falls along with the bridge of hope

Toying life unwillingly to be blamed



The chain of fate convoluted by mistakes

Incised by the foredoom of another story

Shouted a shout inevitable said

Reverses direction and unpredictably impaled



Breath blows the true bitterness

Jaded in each lamentation

Tired of every abnormalities which frequently ensue

Longing for the things which reasonably flows as it should



Life is about to choose

Though destiny had its own script

We have awarded a red carpet, but

Sorry if we still have to walk on the imperfections of life...