What can be more unclear.
Shiver alone tormented by fear.
Of to what end must I spare?
Nothing left abyss I stare.
Hate me! Love Me! Loath me!
No longer could I care.
Righteous or wronged matters not.
Alone I’m stuck left to rot.
Emptiness is taking hold.
And my body’s growing old.
Looking, reaching oh so far.
My future hides behind a star.
Shell de Toni 