It envelops me like a cloud,
I cough; I wheeze; I forget how to breathe,
Overwhelming, suffocating,
Like an endless tide of misfortune; black waters of depression and woes,
A fog or mist is this, divine being,
I ask again for my suffering,
For there is nothing greater than pain,
Love is just a twisted gain.
Broken hearts and trifled words,
Oh, how little a sword can hurt,
I think as it plunges deeper and deeper,
My thoughts of hate growing weaker and weaker.
Arrogance is lies and hope,
The intelligent are miserly and still dote,
Upon our decided fate; our selfish peers,
Have made our end as clear as clear.
I speak from the heart; do you understand?
Nothing you can do, nothing you can reprimand,
We are driven with the thought of life,
But no one can forget our strife.
A repeating cycle; it never ends,
The truth will always bend and bend,
Until it is worn thin; and one single strike,
Will destroy the balance; chaos shall unite.
