Climbing the wall of discontent

Stars shed tears of youth misspent

Heavenly light, what world is this?

do you burn instinctively

do you burn to exist?

And what forlorn shapely shadow hovers

What darkness cloaked figure smothers

Embers in the cinders dying

Angels sighing, saints are crying

Crimson winged serpents flying

As my body just keeps climbing

Such woe is heavy of its own contempt

Alone in the crevice of ill consent

Blessed sweet eternity,

I hope she forgives

What glory floods the incessant life

If there not will to live?