My soul petrified,
My spirit haunted,
As pain questions: "will i be free some day?"
Fogged by dilemma of confusion
The subconscious dies with the feeling of defeat,
Desperate,i fight,with hope emptying fast-
Inspiring souls failing to light my lamp.
Spirit growls and howls in vainAs it breathes and gets burnt still.
Questions keep running but legs of answers,stagnant.