In moments of bleak, smirk,
You wonder how it will work?
And of misery, roar.
Just like before
When you've hit a brick wall.
Reached the end of a cul-de-sac.
Darkness approaching at every end
Walls closing on every end,
wondering how you'll escape.
You are trapped, no retreat in sight.
The shadows lurking starting to circle
around you,
whispering in your ear to give up.
Echoes, an endless loop going round
and...