My yearning to churning skies is surprisingly immense
Evil voices nourish my wealth of joy
Sinking more and more into dark happiness
Could I ever be free? should I?

Gloomy warfare music becomes my fortifier
Addiction, could be good, I convince myself
My body physically groans, but I rather sink deep
Benighted by accepting venom, I plunge without remorse

I strike the bottom and look at my lacerated body falling
apart
Though logic says this is bad, I avoide accepting
Am I forever doomed? Did I miss my last resort?
Wise will say yes, I do not care
I may be doomed, I may be lost
But I am complete.