Miss Used Souls

It was at dawn when he had arrived

Many had fallen few of them survived

That was the day with sorrow and moan

That was the day when evil was born.

Sincerity please, please anyone

This silence is not for you my son

Betrayal is your middle name

You empty shell, you have no shame

Through distant valleys we walk alone

Shadows on land and on the stone

Like lizard or snake something crawls

It is the trail of sad miss used souls.