In the lingering regret, living the failure of a lifetime
I had lost the inner struggle to survive in a wasteland
The rest of the world is alive, finding joy in the ruins
Trapped between my fear and longing for the divine
Depths of misery and mysteries, I can't understand
My mind has become awash in endless questions
But I have no answers, I hope for rescue soon
In dark tone of my spirit, there is no future
And there will be no light in my tomb
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who
is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of
roses under my cypresses.” Friedrich Nietzsche
