Slowly the nights become long,
And everything seems like an eternity.
Nothing will help me escape from here.
I need to run. Fast. Quick.
Colour in my life,
Turning into grey.
Unpleasant, a bickering smell,
Horrid and ghastly, just like this life.
There seems no need, no way
To carry on with this suffering.
Air becoming scarce,
Gasping for a fresh start.
