• Sloth

    A cold light of dull existence
    Shown in eyes,
    Of what could have been a lovely doll:

    Black ash wings opened,
    But their barer stood in place.

    Tears started falling
    From seemingly dyeing eyes:

    Looking up to the heavens,
    All hope lost, and all will gone:

    ,,I wish to die…I can’t go on…”

    Pleading eyes looked up blankly,
    A sad smile on his face
    ,,Let me die..I am fallen from grace…”