Sickness

Alone and isolated
Contented to my little corner
All that is left is hatred
A life without honor

Dressed to confine my soul
To this endless darkness
No light in this miserable hole
Which drives one on the brink of madness

Tears are like endless smoke
My blood to quench the fire
I have reached the end of my rope
Yet I haven’t figured why

Souls scream in pain
In this twisted dungeon
Hope lies dead and slain
By one among you

The world is a disease
A virus that devours all
Bringer of all these
The sick and weak now fall