Black Soot

Stranded on black soot in mood Pile of dusts sight, forsaken by time In the mangled maze, I glued Grief finally tranquilized, honored as it should Still, sense's writhing in a silent polemic Steal the realities which still running As was strolling in the haze of hallucinations The bitter whispers through scratches and melts into dripping sores Upon the night which had stolen Astonished by bolts of their innocent accusation Exclaimed for the lifeless facts with no respect Their imperfect tendency slipped to her to reflect Perfect life blinds them in world of flawless While I struggled in world of hug-less At that time I stood upon my own shadow While people and they chased sun from shadow to shadow