Alone in this room
he was thinking about the world
surrounded by a cold atmosphere
under a sepulcral silence
sitting near his window
looking around under the rain
writting a diary of horror & anguish
writing these lines
with all the hatred
which felt his soul
putting on words
agony & suffering.

Victim of a painful & agonic emptiness
his hear was beating abruptly
trying to find a reason to go on
struggling for a lost cause
disgrace tore bit by bit his heart
tears turned into blood
time didn't heal the wounds
he knew the end comes
it was written from birth.

Distant memories lost in time
a forgotten page covered to dust.