Gibel
Alone inside myself,
Nothing left to love.
The world has gone to Hell,
As it gets harder to look above —
Yet I beg for a respite,
That I know will never come.
Life can be so cruel,
And keep you from the sun.
Regret is a river,
So long and very deep...
That keeps you up at night,
Robbing your sleep.
So dark are the currents,
That's far too strong to fight —
So you let it carry you off...
Pulling you under,
As you drown in the empty, cold, dark night.
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