Mumbling in the corner 
shaking as afraid of something 
Awaiting for the arrival 
of what he had seen 
a sickening mind 
trying something ravenous 
feeding his senses 
with screams and sights 
Once a wiseman 
a thinker of sorts 
made new morals 
and took a turn 
tried to cleanse the whole world 
from the dirt 
never cared about heaven 
or the holy light 
No Control - no Regrets