(ni Lilom Anahaw)
Broken, the man is.
Seemingly in control,
but is hollow within.
Indescribable sorrows, dire misery-
They take away Life from
the grasp of his hands.
Smiling, but feigning sadness,
He continues.
Only his mind knows
The thinness of the air he breathes,
The pale, insipid blood
that runs in his veins.