Once Anonymous

by Matters

Tales of the anonymous,
Intertwine and flow,
Riddance of the devil,
Wilt and nothing grow.

The stories, somewhat twisted,
Tell the same account,
A broken smile of paleness,
In the end, combined amount.

Look into these eyes, now,
And tell me what you see,
Just another sorrow?
A captured bird gone free?

I'll tell you this, upon my death,
I once was a young man,
Now after all the havoc,
My soul is even banned.

I have just one small hope,
The love that's in my eyes,
I'm sorry, my dear love,
I think that I have died.