In this perfect hour,
Sealed with silence and worries.
All shades come to light...
For the moment is perfect,
To ponder over all things wrong, painful and powerful.
The breath of fresh air is only but a gasp,
A sigh of help for the sound,
Of your heartbeat is muffled by the vigorous jabs of piercing emotions...
Anger, hatred, and betrayal.
In that perfect moment,
You understand the need to stay strong
And preserve the life in your eyes....
By.... Atila.
