surrounded by ashen hazes witnessed void aside from the obscure path while one observed, thine invisible hands thrust me to wander alternately searching the pandora box shall dive, thou muttered through the mist
faded salvations, colorless fumes, cold, shivery, thou lured me into the ore tunnel thy palms turned stiff I then heard the symphony, fleshes against partitions I stumbled,
thou sneered disdainfully,
where was I going? I queried now my dear youth has ended left body with osseins and fruitless souls who shall I accuse? I am deafened, blamed on the pit I am blind, blamed on the smog I am dulled, now I shall blame the force thou provoked o, sweet little bird
I still recall thy lullaby
I wondered when I have been displayed in front of thy eyes could I reach to that gentle harmony again?