I tried to sell my troubles
But no one was buying...

Press on, up the hill
Take all your burdens with you...

This passion that comes at night
Sends chills down my spine...

The demons are swarming
Creating hurricanes of the mind...

The sadness begins
Where I wish was pretend...

Who can believe it
Its been so long...

Unsure of what is now
The darkness all around...

The darkness enshrouds the light
The light that could've brought strength...

I've grown so tired
Of being who I am...

Gazing at a beauty
Longing to be hold and felt...

A low voice through the trees
Singing so sweetly...

Common zombies are
People marching mindlessly...