The world that was once mine
Parted by this veil of ice
Created by my crimes
My hand still longs for a touch
My heart for the pain
My mind for a reason
Not to stay sane.
Sarrounded by these variables
For whom I do not care
By all these actions
And by all these stares
All but a mention of life that has passed
For in reasons of infamy
I have never last
I am but a traveller in tis age so young
Never understanding the reason
Of why and what i have begun
Alas another day will come to pass
The zombies will be followed
And the dies will be cast
In the true memory of the world that was mine
I will keep remembering
Of the time
When the world was scattered
but the world was mine.
