• memories unpast, child's whisper
    untold stories, no more glitter
    i stare and cry, vision blurred
    but to turn away, voices slurred

    and when i move my mind sobs tears of injustice
    realization that naught is free and fair... alone

    stunned an broken, mighty depression
    i think I'm hated, or such is the impression
    people try kindle me with kindness
    only to see naught, such is blindness

    leave me be, wander alone
    cradle of revelation, hatred and moan