Absorbed by a book I witnessed
A blizzard poke my brain,
Reminding me without will
The dust of my yesteryear
As though I had it imprinted
In my finger tips all too deeply;
Wounded by repentance
Now awake more than before
I speak to you in signs
Disappearing moments
Best left to the past
Reason would tell
Why walk that path common sense?
You are a liar who casts spells
On feeble minds that surrender
To the logic of your ways,
You are a liar who casts spells
On split minds that die
Oh how tragic are your ways,
Let this sorrow be
and let my past live once again
To set me free so that
I may face the freedom of my life
Without eternal *******.