1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)

Cold Is The Spectacle of Life

I walk amoung

that which is unthough

as my life plays like

a flickering of that

of the moving pictures

in the theater that

once were and are such a spectacle to be beheld

and these voices in my head, upon once I did hear

and seek to keep me alive dwell now within a deep

slumber.

While they sleep it is in fact i who'll play

waltzing by street lights upon misty lanes

as Ivy pours from the ceiling of the sky,

Oh why this is not what I should deserve.

Allow me to change and unnerve

For I am mis but understood,

I plead so much,

but beg so little.

Under the fire

 my heart, reclaims that it is numb

and so cold

so cold

so cold,

The spectacle that is my life.

Please, should anyone to be up there

I plead to be shown where my hurt leads,

I have been burned and yet once in, I time

it will be time for me to freeze.

He, the one who can help,

is never able to be reached.

Being on holiday is more important.

And they, the ones in the darkness

have locked themselves away in deep slumber.

I have no one to help cope this hurt.

I feel alone.

So alone.

So cold.

As I grow so weary.

Forgotten,

useless,

worthless wretch,

unhelped,

and unsolved,

By the God himself,

am I.