---

Time is flying, like a ruthless wind

And is blowing till the life is gone

And the struggles have no meaning

And this place, is worse than a grave

At the metal door, my eyes are locked

Scratched by dead fingernails

I still wonder, and still counting

How many hopes was brutalized

I seek lucidity

Within atrocity

No trace of normality

Once and for all

Sometimes i hear, somewhere outside

Shuffled voices, and subtle steps

But i'm not convinced, is that real

Like my existence, for a while.

In my darkest chamber, dispair is ruling

Like in other places, turns minds to ruins

I still wonder, and still counting

How many days, i'll throw away

Someday, i'll die

With hopes and promises

And, the illusion

Of old memories

Will haunt beyond

This infamous reality