I see no light,
not anywhere around me.
There are no candles,
no nothing,
can't keep out the night.
Just me all alone,
with shards of glass,
scattered around me
it is coming.
Broken like the dreams I once held dear.

What was it like?
Back when there was still light,
and I wasn't this void
Getting closer
where all good things die?
What was it like when I wasn't trapped,
stuck in my own trap filled with regret.
Almost here.

Here I am.
You see here the end of me,
as I hold onto my broken dreams
I can feel it's touch
the end of all that is dear,
the end of my sanity,
the very hope I once held crumbling.
As it enters my soul
I crumble along with it.
How was I complete to begin with?
Wandering with no direction,
and then I die
a hole that can't be filled.
Instead of a heart a black piece of coal.
Air where my soul should be.
Long live The Evil Queen.