A highlight of mind.

Numb from pain, thoughtless, lacking processes,
that is a highlight of my mind.

In alleys dark I now wander,
from sunlight, and bulbs I ran away,
for day-world, is not to handle nor to see
my hollow eyes, my cracked and aged hands.

In darkness now I exile myself,
through empty walls and sewers I must walk.

In search, in desperate search I am,
to lift my soul against the sun,
protected though it should be,
or else, burnt once more it will end up being.