When I sober up, I feel molested
My mind cursing my actions, so severe
These thoughts, a paradise for the wasted
In darkness lives, intentions build up fear
Nay! This is absurd! Whither to this go?
The stench on uncertainty that lives on?
The lies beyond whatsoever so?
The knights? The defiled warriors of cannon?
They sink within, not knowing of today
Tomorrow will come, tomorrow won't end
I will, in flesh, forever be dismayed
The grievances will not be mine to feed
Set in defiance, I will truly see
The night, dreams of sorrow that will haunt me.