My heart is a grave
Where darkness resides,
The kindness which was once alive,
Is now dead and buried inside.
My eyes that are brimming oceans of melancholy,
Once shone bright with tears of agony,
Now burn bright with concealed feelings of anger and wary.
My mind is an overpowering master,
Once ruled by a benevolent heart,
Now serves its bleeding stitched parts.
My blissful soul lost its spark,
As I find myself fading and fading
And becoming an angel of the dark.