The quiet is haunting
A mystery daunting
Misjudging

My worth has faded
My vision is jaded
Waiting for the day to end
Which way should I bend?

I can't sleep when i lay alone
Resting on my own
No way to atone

The voices in my head
Show the way to be led
Show me I'm better off dead
No longer a burden instead

The quiet is haunting
A mystery daunting
I denounce what is me
Another painful memory

I can't fight without a passion
Alone in a fashion
My world ashen


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Phaestian, in the year 807 AF.