You're in a deathgrip, tight as a vice,  
Holding fast to shadows, to memories of twice.  
Foundations crack beneath the weight of our fears,  
As whispers of sorrow echo through the years.

I can see the end, a horizon stained black,  
A bleak reminder of all that we lack.  
A place laid to waste by humanity's hand,  
Dreams turned to dust, like castles in sand.

Yet in this struggle, while hope seems so thin,  
We search for a spark, a flicker within.  
For even in darkness, where pain holds us fast,  
The spirit can rise, transcending the past.

So when you're in a deathgrip, hold on, feel the strain,  
For within that constriction, there's a chance to break free from the chain.  
To build from the ruins, to heal and create,  
A new world emerging, where love conquers fate.