Once my soul was a chest, it used to protect the gems I had in my spirit.
Yet all of them turned into coal.
All the colorful precious stones faded away.
Now I have tiny dark coals laying inside the ashes of my cigs.
My soul is covered with fumes and dust.
I bear no strength to wipe them away.
I yearn for the purity of my soul, yet I have to live with the darkness inside me.
For there is no one to reach out and ask for comfort.
You trapped me inside the basement of your heart and there is no way out.
I cannot even see a light.
I invaded your castle with no intention of harm but you locked me inside the darkest dungeon of it.
It is still you I ask help from, for I am too weak to help myself and find a way out.