A figure stands before me...

My happiness bitter,
My anger so strong...

To be denied of love's touch,
To be crush by love's voice...

Happiness is what I wish for
Just a life that holds purpose...

Existence is a prison,
In which you can't get out...

With my last breath I shall fall
With this blade I shall leave my mark...

I can't hold on to myself
I am maddening...

This midnight sky is closing in
My mind so clouded where can I begin...

Once upon a time
a boy staggers this earth...

Feeling my uselessness as a curse
I had nothing left to gain...

If I said I loved you
What would you say...

Now and again I have try
To not be alone...