I cry to my conscience: where have the colours faded to?
Now all I catch is grey, lines bounding me.
In the dark depths of my mind--Lucifer crying too,
I wonder what to seek, heavens?, sins cooing too.
One way to go, desires too many.
Thoughts burning wild, some cold too.
Feets to where? A destination uncertain!
A long way to walk, feeling to give up too.
Nine yards I struggle breathing, yet tenth I want to, too.
A fear unexplained telling me to fight,
Even after breaking, too.