I sink
deep down to the trenches
of the ocean of fallen men
no one has cought me on my fall
towards the blackest abyss
where the titanic lies at rest

men and women of around the world
went down under
as I think of there innocence
what comes to mind
is but only my guilt

for my crutial mistakes
had been to waste
and now full speed ahead
my drowning awaits

I go under
approaching my fate
lost in the blackness
I have died in vein

Making use of time is very crutial;
Capturing moments, living the feelings
I'll wait for my time to succeed and stay happy.

Pain, a thing that consumes us all,
Untill we finally start to fall.
You can't escape it,
Not even a little bit.
It's a big part of you,
And that you can not undo.
Sometimes it's your enemy,
That tortures you mentally.
But sometimes it's a motivation,
For a remarkable creation.
Sometimes it hurts,
Like some kind of a curse.
But sometimes it gives you strength,
Not to lose your breath.
Sometimes it can be so brutal,
And so crutial,
That you can't even get up,
Or keep you head up.
But all those wounds with time will heal,
And joy and happiness again you will feel.