It's just another day.
a life filled with glum.
I search for the way,
no shine from the sun.
Ask and it will be done,
no fuss from everyone.
How important is it really,
when there is no fun?
The darkness has it's grip-
on the souls that are lost,
trying to fill the void-
at what expense and cost.
There seems like no hope,
just another soul been bought.
Can't find the right choice,
demons have my lot.