We struggle to reach
Just what is out of reach
And yet we continue
To bleakly seek
...
I can taste the misery and pain,
A bittersweet concoction
Of the utterly insane.
A recipe I know all too well.
...
Atop the roof he stands staring out over the city
A dark silhouette against the flashing lights
...
Wandering down the murky tunnel,
I count the cracks along the cavern walls.
...
The tear rolls down my cheek
Into the forgotten ashes
Of the fire we once had
Fragments of my broken heart of bleak
...