27 November 2012
Yelling, screaming Bitch of 'healing'
Somewhere,tonight, A heart congealed
Numb from love that left it bleeding
The beating rhythm of a soul unyielding
Glint if revenge in the eye, Whilst the body lies seething
Wreaking patience threatens disappointment Mortality set in on the enemy, undecided
Conversation? Access granted Argument ensues;over-active imagination
Many a candle burns long into the night Sleeping with one hand on a gun and the other on a knife
Awaken to a restless gloom All suffering's end close at hand
One man's lonesomeness, The vision of dejection
Continuing this path of lust, Leaves little left to spare and even less protection
Restless Gloom • Opuss № I