Routine of Terror

The walls of despair hides in the dark Who can phantom the blood guilt of shame? One moment there is a smile but the night ends in grief The nightmare of uncertainty rests in the heart of potential The mind is captured by the caterwaul of regret Voices refuse to cease due to the human condition How can one escape from this voracious world? She slanders her own name Individualism screams for liberty Yet, we're trapped by our own understanding