I can\'t cry anymore.
I sometimes I wish I could,
or ascend from this black pit.
I would if I could.
no one want\'s to come here.
no one should be here.
no one survives here.
time the enemy of me and mine.
I despise being here.
nothing is pure here.
how I miss thing dear,
and innocence
and softer fear,
pervaded upon us so slightly
and entering our school nights lightly.
time the element
cuts me wide
every day as I wake
as of late
but I think of fate
and this crippling hate.
I\'m so cold.
I\'ll never get warm
or find shelter
from my blood storm
or this sadness
or the depths of this madness.
still I must admit
I\'ve faint traces of gladness
for this crater
I knew would show up
the ending
I knew would catch up.