The time I once knew of innocence
Fades away as corruption sets in
Corrupted heart, corrupted mind, corrupted soul
Sinking into the darkness that is me, unable to find the light that is meaning
I try to remember what I once felt,
The warmth of love, the comfort of hope, the calmness of joy
It seems so distant, like chasing something in a dream
There are sounds and visuals but nothing is perceived as it should be
A blank page with invisible ink
Takin on nothing at the surface but revealing so much underneath
My pages are yet to be shown, for I am a forgotten book waiting to be read
