Exploring Grief
Isolated from the world below 3 foot thick stone,
My emotions all crammed, inside a Catacomb,
I am the perfect soldier,
No pain, No life, Stone mind,
Painful training to the limits, humanity left behind,
Designed for war, a cold blood killer,
My life is an Asylum, closed in imprisoned with in.
Consumed by my subconscious while far above angels sing
Living but not alive, here but not, my life…here…. full of sin.