The Darkness of Nyte
The Darkness of Nyte
I suffer in the endless depths,
another moment with many steps,
and endless stairs,
yet so few care
so once upon a time,
I wrote this very ryhme,
to be heard aloud,
yet not before a large crowd
sadly I have been here before,
lost at sanities door,
without happiness my soul becomes poor,
my heart still with wounds sore
I look at the light,
still revealing my plight,
never to answer the golden door,
I can't open anymore
filled with beer and smoke,
I laugh,I cry,
yet I wonder why,
I can't see the light anymore