The proof of torment runs down my face,
A gasp of life for a cry of silence
Life is nothing when being tortured by emotions of somber,
Whispers of cold memories

Racings of illustrations through my mind,
My Conscious is a dark adaption
Dripping preceptions of sorrow,

A river of venom poisons my face
From the windows, my soul pours out,
Falling deeper into darkness
As the blind shadow catches it's fall

A shreek of forgiveness,
Still a blinding frustration blocks any signs of hope.