Plus.

It is my fault to live

Yet I still am here

Pounding at the walls

With nailed glass at my feet

I look outside myself

And see the change of will

Forgive the past mistakes

That brought me to this end

What has it become?

The sign of desperation rises

Fed, by the ashes of, empires

That once were built in an only mind

Satiric words, keep flowing

Preacher of the dark, keep moving

Kneeled.

No true words to be found in the writing of others. No actions to help you out of confinement, as this quest is yours to live and suffer. So, from rivers of despair to oceans deep with pain, alone you’ll find yourself, in a constant prayer, roaming wherever peace may be.