Torment of my soul
An atmosphere song of the pain
Agony
Of the brave ones who dared to uphold thy stones

Believe you me,
No reverie in the sky
Nor
Guilt of lust
Or guilt of Strife with oneself

Entering thrusts of lost brute
Suffocating souls of thrills and
Slaughtered bones

Torment of the past
The future
And what has not yet came to
My past
To my fleeing remains
To my aching legs
Whose lechery for running is no stronger
Than
Yours

Though
It was ravishing my dearest
Struggling amongst so fair widows
Exploiting their last hopes and muses
Taking inwards every last shred of illumination
And
Again
Facing a wall
Towards I can not run
Nor break

And my feet shriek at me to

Flee