Dear self,
Your heart is in a dilemma,
That your tongue can't speak of.
You are lost in the dark abyss of the shattered pieces of the broken world,
You seem to find your way out but fall back when you reach the bottom, loosing your whole steps,
Don't you know its heart wrecking to get back into pitch darkness, where the source of your demolisher exists?
I know its hard to escape its shackles but it's eating us alive slowly without noticing

Dear self,
Do you think that light will shine upon us?