Dark, is it ?
In your dreams ?
Cold, is it ?
Freezing in the solitude ?
Broken, are you ?
Bleeding over the floor ?
Empty, are you ?
Scouring to feel ?
Engulfed, baited into death,
The writhing storm unkempt.
Vain, uncertain blinder cells,
Crossed into unfathomable,
Unforgiving darkness.
Screams unheard,
Crimson lines o’er the fair skin,
Drawing blood,
Drawing misery away.
Let me go,
Let me live,
I succumb myself to hatred.
