Call me to the place of darkness
Where my soul departed from my body and entered into shallow air
Where I fell into the dark abyss, with unknown enmities pulling me inside of myself,
The rage of endearment, and the fear of belonging to a world of reality
Where my mind was clouded with the thoughts of the past,
When I was young and free, able to see the truth that was hidden in lies
I was taken from my fantasy and thrown into spawning hatred,
Spawning deceit and ridicule, only wishing to be free
To be tied by the bonds of hate, and only learn how to disrespect
The only thing that gave me courage,
The only thing that gave me the will to survive in the hell that I had been born in to,
It was no dream, no fantasy,
Only this scarce reality where the beasts prey upon the mice of men
This place where the only hope left rests within unbroken souls,
But those had gone to,
Just like a tsunami, it had swept in and destroyed the lives of thousands
Causing them to lose their souls and fall into the dark abyss just like me,
And in some sense, we were falling all along,
Because, in order to have been thrown into reality,
We had to have fallen from fantasy,
The only place where we were revered and venerated,
But that is also gone because of our fall,
We are being punished,
For the first of our kind turned his flesh towards deceit
And in turn signed our souls to reality,
But we can not blame him because of human nature
It is in the greatest times of depression that we find ourselves to be in pain
We find that we can no longer go on,
That the life we have is not worth living,
And with our broken souls we fall even deeper into the abyss,
Leaving are hearts only to be blackened by reality,
But, why can we not return to fantasy?
Why must we live out our lives on this abomination?
This unholy ball of dirt, with broken souls made of clay
I ask why, I ask why
I will never know, I will never know
I will only live with my broken soul until I fall once more in to the abyss