Copper sky is pending to be touched, A fairy tale that missed among all. That burning fire, flurry, and frown, Late nights whose pages frown. Pity, blood for blood who sold, Desire hard for poetic justice. In me…
Here I stand barehanded, With everything to explore. Here I see one and all ruined, With everything got wrong. Here I am surprised, With what everything happened. Here I am like nothing, With what everyone to prove. Here I got…