12 November 2012
Skies stained with darkness. The reds The blues The purples The GRAY
As darkness falls, The souls of those in distress. Cry out for us at night Seeking . Longing. For our happiness.
They've taken it ! Taken over in our dreams. The fear of having no control is oblivious. In are deepest slumber We are clueless
The wicked posses our every inch. Unwillingly we are obliged. To dream Our most dreaded fears are brought to life in place of our spirit
Empty and exploited We awake incognizant of the evil that has laid upon us, it's misery and stolen our peace.
Opuss № I