The darkness of the water surrounds me,
engulfing the flame of my life.
The light of the sun has been erased,
Cut like paper with a knife.

The rope hangs above me,
the stool is still and my feet.
But it has been cut a long time ago,
So it I cannot defeat.

The scars on my arm are real,
just like the moon and the sun.
But the sun is dark,
the world no longer is fun.

I sit down and look at the desolate sky.
Why was I here?
Why must I be punished?
What is it that I fear?

One day the darkness will recede,
and I will bring  forth the light.
One day I will stop suffering,
and stop the eternal fight.

But the darkness will always be around me,
and I will never be set free.