You stare at the night sky.
Filled with stars so bright and sparkling.
You went on, your thoughts lingered everywhere.
Sitting here, it didn't feel real.
Knowing that reality was harsh and cold.
Your heart felt heavy with darkness.
But you still wondered why you were still here.
In your eyes, you were an outcast.
To know people despise you, for reasons you don't understand.
Hatred seeps from their eyes.
You start to think,
"was I that much of a nuisance? In this society, or even in this lifetime?"
You just reply, "if only my mind wasn't so clouded of death and sorrow."
Your mind was so fragile from those bitter, spiteful blows.
You look within the ground, and see that you world is being plunged over to the darkness.
You stare into the darkness, sickened by it,
"my dark side is winning."
Your mind fights the darkness, weak, helpless, and frail.
"Will freedom come to me at last? Alas I will never know."
Damnation was here to stay.
Isolation shall engulf me.
And this disillusion will never end.