Comments about Pyce Iro
In the darkness, I lay.
Cold and alone is easy to display.
As I lay, words of doubt drill in my head.
“Freak, Monster, You should be Dead.”
At times I feel myself slipping into the darkness ever passing day.
Till the day I saw a light in the form of a ray.
In my awe, I found I was happy as can be.
And the voice broke away and I felt free.
But then what seemed to be on seconds, the ray disappear.
With the realization that follows, the shadows soon consume me and reappear.
Again I lay in my darken prison, waiting for the ray to appear.
I wish ...