Times where I used to call feelings of oblivion
and hide myself from the skins of weather.
Why pretend there is such thing as being alone
dealing with situations which just fits 'no' and 'never'?
Been thinking if I might come up with something better
than losing the gloom that weaks through my bones.
Because, even if the consequences do not matter,
I shall unveil the self part of loathsome.
I still believe that life leads to fix and gather
so transcendence will make the days overcome,
constraining the repressed desire to surrender
and abandoning the armor, once a bloodstone.