Swindled my life crashes it’s guard to stand
I’m lost, drained of life’s saving grace to rise
I turned again, I’ve lost the trails to my tracks
Weakened and drifted into the glowing lies
The soul encrusted unto fires that none quenches
Burning down my body of hopeless and lost stretches
I pondered if I’ll go through the brooks and live?
Or die of the raging fires of guilts I don’t want
I live in dens of darkened words I can’t tell
What if I can’t go further and redeem myself?
Though I’ll rather burn while crying for help
What if I can be relieved and released from my den?