Oh dear muse!
my zeal for you is so profuse,
Oh muse! I feel so unused,
Debarred of that lingering gaze,
Debarred of my flesh awake or an avid grin,
Perpetually behoved to stay ashen,
No yearner in sight,
All have left to write in your praise,
Their heart besotted their mind in haze,
For your beauty plummets their craze,
What of my sullen face?,
How ever shall this daunting envy replace?,
To be whispered and not sighed,
To lay in arms while I cried,
For my imperfection to be a myth,
To have not fears within sit,
To not be a thorn while they search for their rose,
I have envy and I am afraid it shows.

No tear can simmer down the breeze of the ocean inside،
No temple gives this sinner the place to hide,
Death sounds dearer to me than I,
Whose command shall I comply?,
Shead some light that doesn't blind me so,
Shead some light on this black crow.

I am the pit in your sand,
My heart is the flesh in your hand,
I am the prayer that died on the devil's tongue،
I am the air that rises from the smokers lung،

Oh old man you swing and pray
Your mystery beyond perception one would say

Oh old man you earn the sigh of the streets
But yet on your tongue the claim of his love repeats

Oh old man your praise ceases not your pain
The praise of the one who made you insane

Oh old man everyone dies in your sight
Other than the almighty,the one always right

Oh old man do you merely **** time
All you have become is mine
With others your words dont rhyme

Oh old man what of those you left unattended
Has their love for you descended?
For they pity not your search?
While you proclaim you have all unearthed.

I am a rage room,
Expliots of yesterday tumble within,
They see no shore,their voice goes thin,
They pry ,they seek this anger bashes them meek,
I trace these walls with a tender persuit,
To veil the blood that I ensued,
I'm these walls of flesh in an out,
Escape is clutched and dissolves within,
For in this rage room death is a sin,
I admire and then retire to these braided walls,
So perfectly aligned yet in all odds,
Rose i have never come to see,
Since when did beeding from the thorns become my destiny?

Birds cannot nest in the sky,
Even if in the sky they wish to perpetually pry,
The earth sinks them in over time their bodies turn weary and thin,
They flap in the distant sky,
Oblivious to my envious eye,
Oh how i yearn to flap my wings,
Ruminate no longer of my sufferings,
Know no god or his mercy,
Know no greed to have mans heed,