I ain't been correct
Cause I haven't seen the dull at light.
Approaching the pinnacle
The stones bizarre
The issues so plural
I can't, isn't the appropriate response
In any case, I can't was the main
A dim jail which is yet-desolate.
No space-notwithstanding for a window
A square of concrete with scarcely a shadow.
I felt my eyes close
My knees-free
While, the eyes battled for sight
The dull mass infringed.
The main answer is-outline
Where standing had a craving for moving
Where strolling appeared running
However, to where
The spot I stood was the main!
It looked as though I dwelled dimly.
Obscure unblemished.
None yet my faculties of fierceness
I simply battle by the genuine mortality.
Cause mine was-counterfeit.
I am home
Here yet useless.
Warmth appeared to be no place.
At the point when some felt home when far from it.
The amusingness of expectation got me chasm.
Disintegrated got me in an enormous wreckage.
I won't look-neither back nor now
