Opaque

Conscise hits my mind
then im conscious i feel,
Speaking voices within me
teardrop from your lips.

The touch of ignorance
crouches in me,
Im seeking to hide.
Then,
I run and run
I ran to the woods.
Strangled in me ,my dead passion
i saw myself there,
Lying in the vest of hate.

No words are spoken,
No eyes are cried,
Labeled no one either,
with the hate i breed.

The infantry within vessel's running wild
tangles me from beyond,
Try to escape the moment now
till then,
Its goodbye.