when i close my eyes

there are so many emotions
wandering in my system
trying to find its way out
looking for its perfect route

i have to write...

i walk the path of broken roads
i smell dead rats and see dead toads

the horizon was painted black and violet
no reds nor oranges no yellows; no sunset

my open hands turned into fists and clasped tight
that my fingernails sliced through my palm with its might

i knew what it was but i felt no pain
my blood was dripping yet it was all in vain

i m trapped forever in this place of spilled guts and passion
echoing their screeches of torment and rejection

they have all been forgotten by those who once loved them
but still they scream their anthem for their fervor that has fallen