Cold.

Dark, cold and empty Black,

Watching me from afar,

It lacks

Nothing but me, all that I see,

Stretching out for forever.

The world mocks me at my back,

Waiting to see my fate,

Waiting for all that I am to show,

The devil in me, all that I can be,

This animal that I have become.

This world watches as I fall,

Judge and jurer of it all,

Waiting, watching for my fall.

What I could be, what I could be,

Drowned in this well of forever.

Level, lost and alone again,

As I wipe these tears from my eyes.