Blaming global infection

for the illness in him

Little knowledge of the non-affection

between him and his kin

Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed

Like a wallflower once blooming

Withered to apparent death

Blaming the guilt

Crying the tears

Torture the pain

Leaving the emptiness behind

Apparently he had no reason

To harbour the trust

He'd forsaken inside.

Apparently he left his reasons

Forsaken the trust

that harboured within

Walk, I cannot walk

For I am blind, blinded I am

By the pitch of dark, so dark is it

The narrow street, never ending narrow

Clogs my throat

Silently I try,

Try to walk, blinded by the pitch

The narrow darkness, clogs the street

I am speechless

I am speechless

Fear puts a rush on my steps

As I stare into the spinning depth

The end is not near the sight that I am hoping for

And all the light that paves the way for me

Is the wish and will for the end to see

The bright light is the end of the black light district