How did I get here-
alone in the earth?
Dead or Dying?
The world it calls,
but I'm afraid
of evil, destruction,
lies and plague.
Hands reach- grasping
at my soul for a chance,
a chance to change
me, of little strength.

The dark of pitiful emptiness
gnaws away at my conscience,
begging me to ****
the ghosts that walk beside-
alive but not living.
'Cause those who hide behind the shadows
live with all that's dead.
And through the web of voices
I call out- Stop the hate!
Stop the pain!
But the demons of the crumbling
brown surrounding quiet me,
ushering me towards the night.