Hopelessness holding me down, my spirits sinking spiraling round.
Ever near the cracks of doom and I am going down, underground.
Lonely phantoms running skeletal fingers through my messed up hair
Pending unhappy endings awaiting me, the demons are coming , this is not fair.
Miasma curling, swirling round, screams of anguish the only sound
Even the moon desserts me, in the dark I weep in grief I am bound!