[I] The torment:
Tormented soul, writhing breath, screaming eyes but stitched lips.
Burnt shadows still linger, somewhere in the darker world.
Crimson drops, broken hopes, black obsession and the washed away life.
Shards of me, I didn’t make a sound when my pieces shattered.
[II] The regret:
The unheard wails, the unseen storm,
The insatiable pain feeding on unshed tears.
The unhealed scars bleeding and the nights still shriek,
The unheard requiem of the long lost hope.
The pandemonium within the inevitable dark,
The hands of sorrow reaching out.
The eyes of hope didn’t foresee the apocalypse,
Caused by the tyrant in disguise.