lone narcissust  mad at the sun  he wanders defeated  through cities of dust  amidst frustration  like so many dreams  of saints and sinners, none could percieve  the fall from heaven, and mow we would bleed  face the adversary, with rage inside  nothing can erase, neither time, nor tide  dark is the heart  that could not feel  the silent screams  grieving sentinal  eye among the blind  holds salvation  ravaged paradise  torn are the skies  in oblivion  orchid of happiness  never to bloom  blessed with his tears