So much for this place,

go and change this face,

it has all been of waste.

To wish and dream,

to bleed and scream,

to drown and breath.

Running form twisted fates,

hidden behind locked gates,

that's made out of cold hate.

Showered by pain,

the lambs stained,

and angels slain.

The world painted in blood,

from hell the chaos floods,

sky blanketed in black mud.

To hope and believe,

to love and grieve,

always left to leave.

Alone in penetrative dark,

wanting to leave my mark,

in this unmanageable park.