The
Journey is spent
This station
becomes me
While I
unbecome the dreams of our destination
All my
plans are like stones
But fear
on ice is burning a hole
The
night is not black
When I know
what made it dark
All my
thoughts are like stars
But coal
in the sky is burning a hole
Bright
is the day
Horror
shelves on memories
Compassion
clutches on Circumstances
If my
fate is my god
I pray
to my soul