Divisions of these winding roads
only lead me closer to pain,
and every time I remember you,
all I remember is everything.

Visions of the frozen future
only punish me, drown me in vain,
now let me hear your cries,
for my cries are burning me in flame.

Passion to pen my rotten words
somehow diminish the sting in my eyes,
I have missed POETRY than you,
I have missed POETRY than you,
the TRUTH is a LIE.