Tormented - Coldness

I feel tormented.

I feel…

Something will happen

I’m in my haste

Being trapped, can’t break the air around

I only see unhuman forms

A blur, a shining screen that comes alive

At the moment I just realize

The sensation of my mighty hands

I like and tear it out from me

Fraying the life for a new born man

As track back to myself

Realizing we still convicted

We are non constricted lifes

Assuming that all around are mortify

What a cornered man… What I should do to…

Hear the whisper from the uprising ghosts

They are seeking for a guilty mind

The wicked one, destroyer of my judgment

I’m living blinded into my torment