I don't know what to think
I was lost in Darkness
While being lost in Light
I was Lied to
So I was Betrayed
But yet I Loved
I was nothing in life
Death and Murder were all around me
The smell of flowers couldn't block it out
The wretched smell of death
And now I sing to myself:
Ring around the rosie
A pocket full of posies
We all fall down
I don't know how to feel
Ever since I was lost
I think I'm mad now
Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Well here it is, the edited version of lost. And this will be listed as a horror poem because of the reference of ring around the rosie and the Black Death/Plague.
Also, the very last lines are from Emilie Autumn's song 4'o Clock.