I undid the lock of Pandora's Box,
enchanted by the siren she was.
Little did I know that my naivete act would unfold,
a string of events cross years to come.

So blinded I was, devoid of clarity and ignorant,
that I never foresaw the forthcoming calamity.
While I happily bathed in this spurious bliss,
the puppet, playing to the master's strings.

Though I came to my senses one day,
late was I to realise that salvation has already sailed afar.
I couldn't save my sanity, so I drowned instead,
in tears, and my world coated with solitude.

Today, I walk the path of redemption alone.
Locked are the memories and the feelings of those days, long gone.

- Ab's library