In the darkness of the soul, darkness lies like an iron curse, while destiny weaves and stretches invisible threads, every step like a path into abyss, into the deep abyss, where the heart gets lost, in the labyrinth of painful words and corrupted crimes.
In the silence of war, my soul boils like lava, tears glide from my eyes, melting with the stone in cold chest, every sigh becomes a prayer, every thought a curse, in this distorted world, where love lies dead, and hatred reigns.
And as the stars fade on the horizon, disappearing into the fog of oblivion, I stand as a witness to downfall, watching the world crumble, for in this burden of life, tragedy is the only play, and I am just a puppet of fate, forgotten in the box of sorrow and lost hope.
ns 15.158.61.39da2
