Along the dark and narrow path,
I feebly tread into a room of wrath,
I tend to the voices of my mind,
as they fall twisting and twined,
they tell me the cure is to reshape,
but I have yet to even escape.
Now my world is already turned grey,
lost in this atmosphere of foul play,
gone are the days of my will,
I can't force myself to go uphill,
it has become easier to give in,
to give life to one last final sin.
