Darkness

I am still struggling against the darkness in this dirty and cruel place.

My left arm was torn and my wings were ripped.

I am still struggling against loneliness in this dirty and cruel place.

My right arm is full of scars and I have dedicated all.

Why am I here? In this dark world.

The pain of this irrational blizzard, constantly torture me.

I'm still carrying the concept lost in these broken emotions.

I am still counting all those questions for what I've spent through repetition.

Why I am fighting in this world? That is stationed in a neutral.

The vibrations of this unpleasant world constantly tortured me.

I still recognize the abandonment of these thoughts going down irreparably.

I am still counting all those questions that I've destroyed through repetition.

I am still struggling against the darkness in this dirty and cruel place.

My left arm was torn and my wings was ripped.

I am still struggling against loneliness in this dirty and cruel place.

My right arm is full of scars and I have dedicated all.

Why I am here?