Each breath took a deep consequence
The mark sprightly scratched the unknown
For whom, is oneself worth
Down, with every thought is a mystery
Counterfeited by each individual.
Ran toward the bright light
Eaten up by gloomy blackness
Before oneself could safe their destiny
Now therefore all is blind
For something is missing.
I'm actually okay, it just I wanted to pretend to be that person who suffers and write on what they would think, since I know that feeling.