Let it not be that my heart be filled with black.
My eyes blinded by the hatred.
My feelings now lead by the deciet and the darker soul inside.

There’s a vast beauty that I can see no more.
Life has died inside of me,
Like I’ve been pierced by the sharpest of blades,
Yet, I feel no outward pain.

My actions done through the power within.
That power of which I’ve tried so hard to keep in.