Concrate Blossom

Far and beyond
The horizon of comfort
Into a jungle of hudles, puzzles and struggles.
A place where the sun refuses to shine
its golden ray upon the eyes of the foresighted.

A place where souls are painted with stains of pain.
Goals are ornamented with bitter sweet bane.
Darkness hover like ravens in midnight hour
Hoary smell of plight looms the tense atmosphere.

A tomb engulfed with vision predators.
With pride and shame,
With fire and its flame.
Keeps burning through every mind.

Stormy days of fervent gloom
Souls vehemently striving to bloom
Like thorns and roses,
We strive and imposes
Artistry to make history.
Even though we've tattooed scars,
We hopefully wish to see the stars.