Caliban

Sweet sins scars my horizon
Got nothing to expect in this emotional unstable time
Looking forward there is a meanningless life to go
Path of sorrow
Age of decay
Pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the lines are drawns
Nothing could release me
Am I born to excuse my way of thinking?
Am I force to justifiy who I am?
Death
Sweet death could be a mercyful fate
Delivered of despair
New kind of freedom
A new kind of face