I'm one of many zeros
But in the brightest of the nights
I shine more then every light

And lack of air
Feeds my flame,
Breeds the anger
Abolishing my logic.

Bereavement like feel
That resurrects my spirit
Sends it to a new heights

And out of treason
Vengeance will rise
The colliding of thoughts
Canceling my prospective

A concealed emotional trap
Luring the mind,
Calling the body
Poisoning the hands
With a fictional touch

A promise that had been given
And I will keep
For the words that I speak are true
And honest.
A plague of surrealistic thoughts comes crushing
The brain,
Devouring the labyrinth of me aspects
And surfacing on my face

To escape it I will never be able
To embrace and accept
Is all what's left
Work is done
Left none