How many Suns do we need to pull us out of numbing darkness

Coldness of souls cut through life many times

Unseen lacerations expose the emotions to harsh weather

Prolonged nonchalance reflect the ubiquitous unsteadiness of minds

Ghosts of shadowy world pull the lines of fate

Across convoluted ways; erasing the verdant shades of life

Shivering brains suffer from obscure apathy

Flocking with infirm steps; not allowed to pause to recuperate

Goblets hold a sinister potion which hallucinate visions

Innocently rejoicing with the invincible lies

Wonder, where those frenzied steps will eventually lead to