Softly in messy words such unusual deep meanings
Not surprised I continued to explore
Nothing new was discovered
Everything expected
Hard and strange was the mood
Decisions were not options
Fantasies were not necessary
The truth is warm as the night is cold
The questions I did not ponder on
The answers I saw
Pain was the tool used for the means
Blood was the stamp
And pride mailed it to me
It is not the end
Somehow new perceptions will arrive and plead to be answered
Frame of mind will not waste more time
Dark grows as the stained glass is finally broken
Dust to all