Through the black I blindly fall, hands grasping and clawing 

Slam onto the slab of my fear blood and tears burning my eyes

Can this be my perpetual flight?

Wake from the curse of the night

Sweat soaked sheets my only armor in this fight

Trembling hands, burning blood pumping through my viens

The scar on my mind clouds my life

A distant vision of what was my life,my light

Mute and foggy the days are so bright in clouded glazed eyes

My soul screams and stabs my mind with swords of lost hope

Bleeding me on the alter of sanity

Desperate for soothing flame to wash over my worn wasted form

Mother I have struggle to be right 

Forever lost to the night