Don't you cry for better days, for no more of hopes or smiling lit faces shall visit you nigh when all is lost
For long have I've been in shadows so strong, and waking up in darkness oh how beautiful is the pain, disillusioned unstrung!
So cruel this death of dreams and innocence they'd scatter the bones to dry in the darkened sun, this desert of wrack and ruins
And to this end I have met this deathly unhallowed for a chance to sing me a tune, yet a deep red gash of blackened axes my heart they made rendered!
So pay me a price worth this head with a face drenched in pain, and you will know how dumbly unfounded your wish for a better sunrise has been
To sigh within this unseemly horror of another black annum no life be unspared when this demon now he'd be all done with you
To forever in sway for another dead grassland could this be me or could this be us in a meander of lost hearts?
So why is it that in this dream we're still stuck in a fantasy of happy playgrounds and singing wheat fields; is there a whim much hidden somewhere or is it just a mere insanity at best?
Alas, this measly day of remembering births may now be the death of all my old dreams, for within and without how this land feels wretched to my touch
But what of the likes of I could do to for me to unstuck this gloom, this ten sharp swords stuck in my back to leave me for dead? Oh the sheer light road to ruined dark blessings!
And nothing left for me still than to circle this deathbed, for whatever I've used I have no choice left in this mess, to write on but still the voice shouted the same
So let this be the end or this might be another dead end, on a ferris wheel of great big nothing as I am the captain of a doomed universe, soon to implode!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012
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