(This poem has themese of self harm. If that would trouble you, please be aware)

Someone is getting lost in the dark tonight
Someone is getting lost in the dark tonight
Oh help me out of this
Oh my love help me out of this

If I could be on my way I swear I wouldn't beg, borrow, fight or steal
I'd go back from where I came if we could just arrange some bargin or deal

The earth is crumbling beneath my feet tonight
The earth is crumbling beneath my feet tonight
Oh help me out of this
Oh my love help me out of this

If I could be on my way I swear I wouldn't beg, borrow, fight or steal
I'd go back from where I came if we could just arrange some bargin or deal

Bloods falling from my fist and there's a shattered kawhe cup on the table again
A quick flick of the wrist and a snap decision has cost me most closest friends
And when in the morning when I wake up surprised and grateful I'm not dead
I go and do it again

My will ain't strong as it used to be. The nighttime has taken a hold of me
And everyone around me is looking
Looking just to see
How badly I can hurt myself

This ship is going to the bottom of the sea tonight
This ship is going to the bottom of the sea tonight
Oh won...

...You're being dramatic Auggie. Just use a token and don't forget to breathe. You got this Auggie, love you.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 956 AF.