World is a distant image
with no colours
Each day a step towards the loss
That follows with a silent
Reminder of the grief
It's always there
Constant and severe

Memories of the failures
Will feed others [bad word] Hollow and numb
Death by choice
instead of feeling alive
Life pushed aside

These days without the sun
Dying star of light
Burning darkness has begun
To raise flames of the end [bad word]