Gazing through the windows of pain
I find damnation true
Futile feels life
In melancholy’s blue
The cosmos seems to imbibe a censorship
O my my … but for what in lieu?
Eternal sunshine feels certainly untrue
Like Frankenstein and Scooby Doo
Morbid souls and death is what they preach
Sky has fallen and virtue too!
I realize the SCARS
The PAIN and her vivid avatars
I find them screaming to their deafest cacophony
It seems, they want me out of their colony
And for God’s sake himself
I am his child
And for just his honor
I will make abide
What was always mine…peace
Tragedy precedes bright sun they say
So, I am here to serve and pray
Will it be chaos. I don’t know… what say?
Melancholy life here, happiness away!
Censorship of what sort puts me into this,
Grief-stricken is my conscience
Forgetting all the conscientious longings
I am consciously unconscious