The World,

Like a dark haze.

The Light,

Slowly fading away.

Deeper and deeper,

And slowly I sink.

Spiraling into the deep,

Right on Death's brink.

If I open my eyes, 

And look for the light.

I know that it will always be there.

Waiting for me.

But if I go back,

To riches and comfort alike.

The World would still be boring,

Even with the fights.

Isn't it better to stay in the Dark?