Unparagoned

Two years ago today, he almost made the past an entity

As if she was his destiny

As he walk down these halls

The feelings of bloodshot anxiety 

Came on to him

As if he can never go back

Deflowered within the lost of innocence 

He became victim of the guilty 

But as every species evolves over time

And all our minds go to waste on intoxication 

Making fantasy the reality 

no more.

Struggling not to drown within 

the phantom of lies

In which was left to deceit thee 

He cuts out the past 

to layout the future 

In which one seek 

In a world so dark 

And empty.