My soul has been tenderized
But unseasoned
Cooked but surprisingly still living
Half dead, half alive, but has no feeling
Everything hurt, seen differently, my soul's starving

New beginning,

No feeling of innocence
Experience not in mind
I need to find what is lost and regain
Not to see the red light of torment
To be able to see the true greatness of this life
Avoiding the strife with life

Almost the ending,

I'm wishing this tormented life could hopefully start ending
I wish I may see life before all innocence was lost
Rather seeing what I believed in rust in the forgotten days
A phase that's never ending