The veil

Oh how I wish to see

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.