What is this darkness,
That lies within me?
So repetitive and maniacal,
An endless misery?
What are these tears
That leak from my eyes
Like a faulty pipe,
Where no water hides?
What is this treachery,
That I must constantly face?
This is madness that ceases to regress,
Like the stench of a decaying carcass.
My once tranquil Heart has no place.
What is this doubt that's been conceived inside my very Soul,
That constantly feeds off of the thoughts
That seem hopeful?
