Life is a spirit, a dying spirit,
It captivates ones mind,
And soul,
Turning it to unwanted nightmares,
To ruin the good memories
That were once built,
To protect the invasive horrors
That **** the immediate life
Out of ones heart.

When all the worlds fears
Begin to bleed out,
And the jailed prisoners
Who pray for happiness
Are overwhelmed,
Life, the dying spirit,
Will chase us with its own
Agony and desire,
To reach the peak
Of its highest destination,
And **** the life of many
Who once loved to live.

Life, may as well
Be the only to live,
But without anything
That is good to live for,
The life I live
May as well be the nightmare
That I cannot wake up from.