Hathor A Pattern In The Clay
My memories, so vivid but still,
The broken trust, separates
And scars, inside me
Deep, channels, of anger
And I, retrieve, from
Dark impulses, all wrapped
In, a code of honor and,
With this, I stay and breathe.
With this, I stay and breathe
Bitter-sweet, the pain I taste
Caused by, lethargic feelings
Accommodate the mind and soul
For better dreams, of future
Skies, red with flesh and
To betray a soul of white
Purity of blood but sins,
Stay long, in the petrified
Hart, of voluntary acts
Misery rotting below the,
Fragile, molded from clay,
Face of the innocent one.
Along with my dreams, I
Relinquish my hopes and
Pray, for the new to come
Rescued from�the pain!
Pain!
Pain!
Pain!
