Undead wariness, I still remember my very 1st time
When i walked down the hell of dying souls,
In the misty night when the clouds hung low
And spirits surrounded me, but I held down so.
Obtuse livelihood, the battlefield I stepped in.
Crowded in a jungle of feelings perturbed.
On the concrete floors of a big wild city,
I took a deep breath and went with the flow.
Unabashed happiness, my garden of Eden.
Where everything I wanted was a sin so cardinal.
Being lifted on the wings of an angel,
Such passion we devoured.
Each time was a beginning
A knock on a new door
We all have an exit
unused till we enter.