you know, I am a backwards man.
thoughts in my head are always spinning round.
still resting in this thick abyss
I can't help but wonder

is there a light
that can penetrate the darkness
can the fatigue of life be cured
that inner store of strength restored
and have weariness be made a memory?
what hope can make life worth living

my wounds cry, and darkness spills
here lies the mark of crimes
still open gasping in horror
death gives the answer to their wailing

what monster could deny death its due?
but i remember it - some light at least
that I used to be happy.
I was once happy to be alive.