So silently I walk into the dark,
Blindly I try to make my own mark,
Find I not a thing in my grim lurk,
So I wait for the moment to be struck by the clock,
In these hours I so wished for a new start,
To begin anew within this dark,
All gone in vain, my hope and strength,
Every time I tried, my dart met no mark,
Disparity within myself soon began to struck,
I realized how miserably I was out of luck,
All I did from than was sat and sulk,
No one was there to comfort within that dark,
Why did I even try in the start to make my mark?
Why did I travel into this filthy dark?
If travel I did than why so deep I reached afar?
Why did I not halt when I had the chance?
Believe I not this be the choice of my heart,
He threw me in this mess without a moment’s thought,
And so I stumble within this dark,
There is nothing here and I cannot make my mark,
No mark to be made, no start to be made,
I am to be forever lost in this living dark.