As silent echoes of the day
reappear when purple dusk arrives
isolation delivers daily bread
while walls whisper your faith
serving no relief but fear instead

soon enough you will unveil
misbalance of a discouraged heart
the beats of shaded soul grow stronger
to which you measure your existence
you rage, can bear the ache no longer

weary darkness drains resources
and exhausted with pure loneliness
anger will be your holy compromise
become a prowler in a laden night
in a hollow void of unknown size

in search of mighty morpheus
before your easterly dawn calls
you ll bruise, bleed and scream
life thereafter unfolds once again
much unlike the long lost dream

sometimes life feels too long
though we live it way too short
pray to know little, pray to know less
for all it brings pain, uncharted
too often , sedated and sad loneliness