Saddened by the cluster of fear and regret,
Rekidled, they fall as ceaseless rain drops
And form a pale blank of mist,
In the imaginary of my forever melancholic heart.

I scream inside myself
As I feel the sharp pain striking
Embracing with a bitter vigour,
Forever condamned with suffering.

Imperfect feelings turn forlorn depression into ire,
Embers of a past bewildering memorie
Increase the already violent grief
And steps of endurance I hear running down the stairs of insanity...

My insanity...