26 September 2012
A waisted life, Eyes sunken dark, Hunched figure concealed by baggy clothes, Traipsing onward, Dismal past, No future hope, a weary corpse
How I cringe, At fate's cruel choice, I struggle to comprehend, How those softly lit eyes, And the living breath, Changed to a sick trance, now all dead
A fate too wrong, For one so young, Why not another path, so easily tread, A wasted life, Only feeble hopes, For the haunted figure who was misled
Haunted Figure • Opuss № I