Surrounded by darkness
Venom of retribution
Closed doors, empty corridors
No trespassing
No sacred earth
Just a no man’s land
Every step fraught in minefield
Nothing escapes the watchful eye
Nothing spared off memory
All transgressions etched in time
Void of story, just the basic facts
Unrelenting judgment
Unforgiving hatred
Halfhearted compromises
Missing touch
As well be dead
As well be dead
No comments:
Post a Comment