I Have No Clue

Forgotten values, imagined perhaps In a world of dark alleys, and jagged blades And faded they lay in the gutters of life Passed over and buried in twisted crimes In a world of dim passages and crooked knives And parched they sat in the ditches of existence Overlooked and hidden in torturous evils Truths and morals, to ferment and rot Neglected and covered in heinous sin And dull they set in the dredges of time In a world of murky halls and serrated daggers Forgotten values, imagined perhaps