I had a thousand words to say,

A million thoughts each scattered one way

And if my atonement would sway my plight,

I’d explain how I had strayed from the light.

My heart became

A wreck in a trophy.

Too many praises,

No room for coping.

With a rotting mind,

I thought I’d died,

And lost all touch

In inner pride.

The mirror had become a case

With little room for a hideous face.

Through the shadows of forests,

I prayed for a sign,

My loneliness

Had a thing for time.

Through the wood some men arose

And took me to a place I loathed

Where all is rigid and etched in stone

Where hoods line our faces – made entirely bone.

Where all the evils around us lie

Extinguishing the accusing eye

And everyone thinks exactly the same

And if at all, we are all to blame.

Horrible thoughts

And treason gone

Tragedies rather dead

Than spawned.

I found that night

In all that came

That the devils of man

Are all the same.

There is no demon

But in the mind.

There is no reassurance

Better to me – than mine.