Monsters. Shapes.
Eyes and hands.
Bodies. Thoughts.

Fears and bones.
Simply living new sorrows.
Eternal sorrows.

And the question: "Why?"
Emotions in the shape of decay.
Steamed up windows of lust.


Simply forgotten or darkened.
Why don't they open?

Feeling a fresh breeze inside,
the troubles of the past
left behind.

Being in love again.
Praying, roused by
throbbing emotions.

Praying,
before the path begins.