Nightmare state, darkness above, clouded directions and sincere lust
Ways I learnt, to deal with your active actions
Your egoistic head, and that body with which you run
Dark times, cloudy rains, thunderous states in a limited time frame
Ways to keep you going, moments that led you on, memories which made you stay
Cold word and eyes, pain fuelling that which you onto me made
Broken tears, held back non fear, and strength no reason could retain
Or was it my fantasy, that wicked thing which fulfills my known prophecy
The fall was meant to be, as much as the final turn, wearing black
Wondering where to run
Was it the 6 a.m train, the shadowed people, or the loneliness that caught up by
Your role in bed, whilst I had to find a way back
No home felt like home, the self lost all sense of I
No cries for help returned a call, Neither by months, neither by karma law
The olden days, when the globe turned black, the body blue,
our resultant state, and the torness that begun, or continued to loom
