• Alurring the dark hopes,
    The saddened cries,
    Of the echoes, in the shelter.
    Burning their hopes,
    The hopes of others as I...
    When just one becomes a pair
    Where am I, If anywhere?
    Where to hide, where to cry?
    If the darker parts, Start to seem...
    Fading memories...
    To pour salt in your own wounds...
    To be sadistic, enjoy your own cries...
    Why...
    To take, fragile peace...
    And turn to pieces.