Enveloped in an unfamiliar embrace,
In the illumination of flickering candle lights and a nightingale that repeatedly sings in the darkness,
Hushing sounds of the wind and the smell of burnt paper from a distance,
Farthest in my brain I hear hope fighting beyond the bars of a prison that my brain has blocked out completely,
Vandalized heart shatters in gloomy nights and confabulates with my conscience telling it to stabilize,
But little did it know the poignancy and the remorseful scars that have been marked on my soul,
Never ending forgiveness and isolation pierces deep holes inside and yet I survive each night in tears-
Wishing for death to take me away from this atrocious world full of barbarity and destruction,
Even the sky cries from time to time for me to be seen in peace covered in a white cloth and for me to sleep in peace.