None to blame but myself,

For the destiny that lives.

Simplicity and comfort wanted,

Which nobody really gives.

Not a whimper, no tear,

As I fall down the gorge.

The dark and cold stones that narrate,

The moments that forge.

Myriad thoughts like flashing lights,

Confuse and make me blind.

Trapped and suffocating,

Withered in the ruins of my mind.