He had nothing but pain in his heart
Misdirected dreams left him burdened by agony
Grief wove him a sweater
Stitched with sorrows and remorse
For the dark inside of him
Each day grew worse and worse

Tears laced with silver
Fed each pillow case
The labyrinth of his mind
An unforgiving place

In solitude he wept
Unable to escape
In solitude he wept
Unable to be saved