As I creep through darkness,
stabbing at air.

Just like my life,
that is going nowhere.

I look for a light,
but i only see pain.

Pain and misery,
of the places I've been.

As I crawl through my tears,
of shattered glass.

I bleed from my knees,
I bleed from my past.

Consumed with illusions
Of a life to be.

A life of freedom,
from this pain within me.

I hope and wish to clear this path.
The path of my past of shattered glass.