As a tight line the path is mapped, clear but yet so eluded Stripped down to basic, stripped down to the inside Words are spoken, but no sound will be heard An absence of remorse which seems un-ending The conclusion is irrelevant These inherent words are to pass for a purpose A test not needed, as the ego is sufficient A mute roar rips the air apart The crest burned as it collapse In spite, like splinters in the flesh Immune to the defense, see them, them fall Grasp tightens with every breath Departed as the time seals our path Veins breathing lifeless, as the soul scars for life Origin yet unknown Open cuts, as racks they open up for the light The dark form as scab on the wounds trying to heal Radiant in its splendor, dark as the tears that flows The shadows slips through the cracks of your mind Faded from your view, and slips from your grip A shut down mind, in the dim lights it function Static minds mental picture of the wrongs done