my mind has been broken,
by my own words spoken--
a victim of self oppression;
cut deep by the sword of depression,

like an author with no pen:
the story of my joy can not begin_
to even be dreamed of being wrote,
so I sign my name in the death note"
and for my life to come to a fin>


trapping myself in the lions den,
waiting for the bite from sorrow's jaws,
or to be ripped apart by the claws,
and slowly my mind cries as it dies{
and becomes nothing but a meal for flies]


maybe my mind is lost in the milky,
and for everything I do: I feel guilty,
as my light can not escape my black bile hole;
that consumes my melancholy empty soul}
this is the person in which I have become[
and this is the hell I wish to escape from!