What was gone.

In this majestic myths of unsolved thunder

In depths of himself and calling him a blunder

Life being blunt to ever defined smoke

Drain it to ashes with his life turning dope

To the extremes of being pushed away 

To the thrust of getting back

Never been thankful, Never appreciated

In this Apex of never ending storms 

To cooled heat of fire,

Bright darkness ends up in his mind

To reiterate what’s gone , to welcome what’s coming

The cause of being howling

To moon being lost,

To the chilling​ wave of being punished

To screams of being in trails,

I welcome what was gone 

I welcome what was gone.