Sheol

Distorted dots in a portrait
That is my life if I am allowed to say
Fore-token abaddon coming my way
Everything is gone in just one day
Hour after hour moving haltingly
Hiding away my reality
Losing my cases with no pleas
For my enemies are now my juries
Sheol of immortality surrounding me
Crashing my present and what will be
Goodbye sweet life goodbye memories
No one to love no one to please