This sense of dread,
Creeps through my mind,
Like a fire burns a forest,
Leaving nothing behind.
An unknown future,
A painful past;
Yet I cannot live in the moment,
For it moves too fast.
All that I crave,
Is a version of peace.
To break painful bonds,
For sorrow to cease.
But burned in the flame,
My mind has become mad.
Only ashes remain,
My solitary emotion is "sad".
My existence is frightening.
At night, I cannot sleep.
There can be no redemption,
Nor demons to reap.
No end is in sight,
To this constant tumolt.
No one to blame,
For it is only my fault.
So along this unending road,
I will go forever.
Shackled by my pain,
Tied to this endeavor.
Sometimes the silence is too loud
