Looking through the space around,
Trying not to reach the ground,
Feeling sorry for what I have done
Thinking what will I become.
Not able to write complicated words
Simple phrases express my thoughts,
Try to fill the inner void,
Something useless, so annoyed.
Through the past I came right here,
Full of courage, without fear,
Decline of Light, begin of Darkness,
Death is my only main process.
Reaching for the fallen angels.
Every rose has its thorns
Thinking something will save us,
But not now...