Lie hurts more than the truth.

My favorite scary colour,

Peered into the darkness

These small uncertain moves.

Is there any truth in their words?

Misfortune never come singly

They went over to my enemies.

Fighting against heavy odds.

Shameless lie uncontrolled figures.

Bow to the inevitable

Life playing such games

Can you really answer these

Harmless questions of life?

Audience of the madness remnants of my mind

Invading my thoughts.

Conjure up the spirit of the dead.

Deeds speak louder than words

Harsh actions a suspicious look.

The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse

The stimulus of praise.

Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity.

A surge of pity. The pricking of thorns.

The stimulus of praise.