“Born from the seed of the unknown
Thrown into the midst of dark clouds
Cold comforts a lost soul
Without knowing his whereabouts!”
Tell the lies they do, always
Through fake impressions of a sound mind
Nothing kind, nothing of the light
Only a solace through deaf and blind!
And the lost soul kindly hears
With tears in his eyes, a perfect lie
Beyond the reasons of doubt
Broken, smashed to the ground
Like a butterfly!
And flee he could, far through the sky
Hoping for the start of light
Deceived by his own freedom
Into the darkest space to strive!
Where nothing drives the still leaves
To crash and make a sound
The silence never crumbles, too silent
A null place for a hound
So he stays in his mold, unfound
Stuck to the ground!