5 June 2012
A blood-red apple rots, Never to be bitten. Odd chapters of a story, Never to be written.
Lonely tunes of sorrow, Hanging in the air. Cut-off conversations, Hanging without a care.
Happy dreams forgotten, Once treated with love. Criminals roam freely, Once watched by up above.
The sun's bright rays disappeared, Long left without a fight. Unfinished business not dealt with, Since that fateful night.
Unfinished Business • Opuss № I