Tear stained cheeks,

Drying in the harsh wind,

Running down a lonely street,

The world a swirl of black.

An empty room,

Reflects an empty life,

Filled only with sorrow and misery,

And that light at the end of the tunnel.

Swirls of pain,

Overcrowd your vision,

Leaving you laying on the ground,

Convulsing and frothing at the mouth.