It is all dark and I cannot see
Any hope of joy which is the key
To end this struggle between life and doom
And turn this soul into a brighter room.
I am stumbling for my soul is mangled
With wounds of words deeply entangled
To the heart of my mind and soul
And are turning me into a deadly ghoul.
I peep outside but I see no light
Why isn't my life anymore bright?
Am I paying for my inevitable crime
Or is it just a game of time?
Was it a reality or an illusion?
Is this a phase or an endless session?
Will I rise and my soul revive?
I crave these answers for I'm unable to survive.