Blaming global infection. for the illness in him. Little knowledge of the non-affection. between him and his kin. Old grey bitter anxious and collapsed. Like a wallflower once blooming. Withered to apparent death. Blaming the guilt. Crying the tears. Torture the pain. Leaving the emptiness behind. Apparently he had no reason. To harbour the trust. He'd forsaken inside.. Apparently he left his reasons. Forsaken the trust. that harboured within. Walk I cannot walk. For I am blind blinded I am. By the pitch of dark so dark is it. The narrow street never ending narrow. Clogs my throat. Silently I try. Try to walk blinded by the pitch. The narrow darkness clogs the street. I am speechless. I am speechless. Fear puts a rush on my steps. As I stare into the spinning depth. The end is not near the sight that I am hoping for. And all the light that paves the way for me. Is the wish and will for the end to see. The bright light is the end of the black light district