Right now there's only rain,
Not even a glimpse of light
I just can't help feel like I'm stuck in a Fight.
A fight for my life...

Trapped in a moving train
Only headed for a deadly crash
With nothing to pull, not even a chain
And nothing to do except wait for death.

being able to feel It coming,
and feel Its presence,
but never able to know when or how..
The worse form of torture is sitting here waiting for it to engulf me in its cold, black embrace.