One step towards the edge moving slowly from sanity, Raining eyes count deceivers. Different shades of rage coated in grime
Choking beneath the surface of wrath, inconceivable to the mind
Trauma is the stain on the  blouse you wear, unseen to the naked eye
Fester swelling on the chest of sanity in another wasted paradise
Faint, dying whispers from essence in black vestment
Nameless to many, Unknown by most