It was a knife,
Pierced in a body
Which Kills if left
Slowly like the humming cool wind flowing away the last autumn leaf ,
banes when taken out , but solaces
Howbeit , feels as a piece of a puzzle
Incomplete without the blade ,
As a winsome flower Turning dark
In the flashing yellow sunwave,
It was the knife
Made you hollow,
Ending up being stained, cursed and Bumpy
leaving a scar on you and itself
Shattering both .

I'm lurking in the woods,
Hiding from kinds of you
Not a animal what you think
A animal you array,
I'm living in the shadows
Of my lost one's
I'm the last one of me,
Don't look for me
Don't make me a monster,
I'm just a wanderer
Don't know how it is
Yet ,
I'm a monster
What you've made
A omen of death
A saint of umbra,
I'm not a monster
Don't look for me
Bury me in cascade instead
I'm just a wanderer
Yet,
Not a monster

I had a dream,
Sliding down to the end of the rope
where Everything is fading dark ,
A women walking away with a candle
Turning my colorful world into monochrome,
Dragging all love and joy away
Nights kept passing away
And the dawn didn't come
Kept me awake till I pass away,
Stroking my head with the past memories
Leaving me alone in grief
Awaking me with a blaze
The dreamglow was gone
So am I.