Dark and devious, shadows are strange,
they’re quiet and calm, yet they scream so much pain.
I sit in the corner, hands around my knees,
my emotions are storms, they rock calm seas.

The current is strong, a driving force,
I yell until my voice is hoarse.
I stand on the edge of a rocky cliff,
my knees are weak, my corpse is stiff.

My coffin is oak, the finest kind,
once the lid’s shut, I’m completely blind.
Time to let the cruel past go,
No future now, no woes to know.