Give back my words, my pen
Yes, you who robs me off my thoughts
Thereupon you hijack my imagination.
Why do you cloud my vision?
I know neither your cast nor your clock .
Wherefore do you bear that grimace
Contouring the journey I began
Leading to a non existence.
What have thou made of me
Leaving me crying, cribbing, dying with every passing moment.
Soon will be the ending
and those left behind will continue 'living' the illsuion of life.