Burning Papers-love poems

Same

I'm hunted by silences that once were spoken,
in dark forests of red wolves and a haunted garden,
Moonlight has lost it's shine,
as sirens tremble to utter,

A blind man that strives along the shadow of lights,
and how can a man sight if he lost his sights?
No wrong turn I make, they are all the same,
Her's and yours they are all the same,
though I've lost my sight, they all seem one,

Odours of death and scents of heavens,
Guide me the right turn,
O' please God Guide me.
They seem the same to me!