• I don't dwell on things that have past,
    Knowing that leads me to little knowledge.
    Feeling unwanted I sleep on ground,
    Never questioning my status in this world.

    Needless nights feel like feather of raven"s wing,...smooth...but,
    Cold as the winters eve.
    Eyes turning black as steps trample my lifeless body,
    Hoping for a savior that nevers shows...feeling cold to hope.

    I write not the sin of my heart nor anothers,
    I write of what I seen, and heard.
    Shun all thoughts of love,
    I dwell alone....alone...in my despair.
    I bid to the world adeui,
    But the curtains is already down