Standing lone, in this world turn dark- Looking round, seeing no way out. Realizing life, has been cloaked with doubt.

Those you called friends, no longer seem real. Thoughts in your mind, now surreal.

Who makes the choice, to end this game? It is no longer you, who speaks in your name.

You reached for the sky and fell on your face. Cold hard ground…

Now, at the mercy, of blood thirsty hounds.