A gazillion unanswered questions lay Thoughtless thoughts, a bewildering maze Charred memories in hindsight, how can I walk away? They plunge back alive with a fiery blaze
Her unfinished conversations, her unsent message Oh, I wonder if one could drill holes into minds If only I could suppress my baffling rage Would I reminisce the warmth of her words these thoughts remind
Drowning in nostalgia, oh, here I lay Bethinking thoughtless thoughts all night and all day Lingering amidst the faint trails of her scent Oh, I wonder what the knitted silence had meant…
Why wish to bathe in fire and dust? Why feed the war with insatiable lust? Oh, I did the same And here I lay, Grasping onto my final breath As I gift myself to the earth beneath
No sooner will I plunge into mud and soil Wrapping myself in a tunic of turmoil I waged a war through blood and toil And now I lay in the very soil Hopeless; breathless, In the brink of my life, In the very soil that I chose to spoil
I’m a demon to these souls above And just the same to the soil below Heaven or hell wherever I go A demon is what I will be Pure darkness will be what I see
Yet, when I leave what remains of me, A heartless devil’s withered body Will be held in guard by the very soil, The very soil that I chose to spoil
No sooner will I be buried under I- Wrapped in a tunic of turmoil But my troubled soul shall ever wonder In which war Was my wisdom Buried into the soil?