Tho shell not break

Mirror's clash bettewn us

A thousand  path's unsafe

 The form sun shed  

The feeling  cut out

Piercing arrows of soul

A flesh burning 

Red flames as eyes

Hail to the courage

Roar of  indecision

personification of strained 

The thought out of place 

Morbid farmer of lambs

 Slithering in sun of  imobility

My  Flag raising wings 

Starter's  here is the play

Let the curtains of oblivious  bheaviour

play me to myself.