A multiple darkness occurs from the lengthy track.

Cause I haven't seen the dull at light.

Approaching the pinnacle

The stones bizarre

The issues so plural

I can't, isn't the appropriate response

In any case, I can't was the main

A dim jail which is yet-desolate.

No space-notwithstanding for a window

A square of concrete with scarcely a shadow.

I felt my eyes close

My knees-free

While, the eyes battled for sight

The dull mass infringed.

The main answer is-outline

Where standing had a craving for moving

Where strolling appeared running

However, to where

The spot I stood was the main!

It looked as though I dwelled dimly.

Obscure unblemished.

None yet my faculties of fierceness

I simply battle by the genuine mortality.

Cause mine was-counterfeit.

I am home

Here yet useless.

Warmth appeared to be no place.

At the point when some felt home when far from it.

The amusingness of expectation got me chasm.

Disintegrated got me in an enormous wreckage.

I won't look-neither back nor now